It's been cold here. Meaning the temperature gets down to around freezing at night, which is not that terrible compared to, say, Siberia, but unusual to happen in this part of the Bay Area for more than a couple of nights in a row.
I live in an old house without central heating or a thermostat (which is too bad because I fantasize about a Nest). The sources of heat in the house are the heater grid in the hallway that gets its heat from the heater in the basement, the fireplace, and the oven in the kitchen.
I've been turning the oven on most mornings and holding my pants upside-down over the heater grid before putting them on because I am crafty that way.
The cats just take turns on their heating pads because they are even cleverer than I. Also, they don't have to bother with pants.