I complain about the cold, but I have the warmest room in the house. The sun's on my window through most of the day if the clouds aren't too thick. The cat usually sleeps there if he wanders into my room. It's so warm at the end of my bed I've moved my books and papers there from the kitchen table. Only problem is when I look up from the book I can't see a damned thing from my eyes being used to the glare of the white paper. That and by about four o'clock the sun's weakened enough for it to have no effect.