The oven ran a while yesterday for the braised chicken. It started off again early this morning for a bar dessert that needs long refrigeration before serving, and I've got a batch of oatmeal bread rising right now. Whee! I get food, plus the furnace won't kick on.
I have to plan so carefully in the summer to bake bread whenever a specific night might cool off enough, but the rest of the year I can bake bread two or three times a week and not even worry about the temperature. [Or "why I will always keep moving towards the poles in the face of global warming ..."]