I live in west Texas at the base of the panhandle. It gets COLD here. It was winter. There was snow on the ground, and the air was a bitter chill. For some reason we had trouble with our gas heaters. So,l i rolled an ancient, portable electric heater into my bedroom. I grabbed my mother and animals, threw blankets on the floor, threw my mother on the floor (she wanted to be down there with her 2 dogs), and we listened to The Ghost Gray Bat, all settled and comfortable. We used to do that in the 80s, in Los Angeles when I had it on cassette tape. 