Just a hot tip for keeping the heat coming from your wall-mounted gas heater distributed throughout at least two or three rooms in your apartment: put a big fan on top of your bookshelf.
I was so very excited that this idea really works to keep the heat from gathering in the top three feet of the room (so very far above the sofa), and also gets the heat from the living room into the kitchen and sometimes into the antechamber/office/storage porch. The one problem was always that you can't reach the top of the heater to turn it on, even with a chair or a step-stool or using your taller husband as your go-go gadget arm. But this problem is fixable since you can always just plug in and unplug the fan. Unless the fan always resets to not being on when you plug it in. Boo!
Just as I was falling asleep the other night, however, I had an epiphany. [And I do realize that I'm changing perspective here from you to me; that's just to spice things up, and because at some point that is not a Tom Robbins novel, second-person ceases to work as well as it used to. This is that point.] We have a remote control for that fan. We have a remote control that I scoffed at and put in deep storage. Who really needs a remote control for a fan!?! Now if only I could remember where I put that remote! Physical and psychic searching did little to unearth the remote, but by a stroke of very good luck, while unpacking other items hastily stashed before the remodeling of three walls and the ceiling (*major* leak - thank God we don't own this place), voila, remote!
Currently, our fan+remote+heater action is keeping us toasty, or at least evenly distributed.
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