Hot Water

Hot water is just fantastic! I just love how I can go to our bathroom down the hall whenever I want and I can experience it. If I've been outside too long with no gloves, I can turn on the tap to rub hot water on my hands to keep them from hurting and drying up. Every morning or evening, I can get up and take as hot a shower as I want. In the dining hall, I can get hot water to make tea with, and then pour in milk and honey and any other thing I want.
I don't know why it makes me so happy. For the strangest reason, I always think of what things would be like without that luxury. Less sanitary, if you look at it pragmatically, but who cares about health? The things to look forward to would diminish by, not one, but hundreds. Cold showers and cold tea, that would be awful. Warmth. How in hell is it so valuable? The sensation alone improves a bad mood, and it's not as addictive as other sensations.
There's a famous study of a baby monkey. He was basically raised by two robot mothers from which he would get his milk from and everything, except one had a soft yellow sleeve over it. The baby monkey soon only accepted milk from the soft robot. I guess maybe that sort of explains it, the value of warmth, I mean. Attachment is created through pleasant sensation. If something isn't warm, it makes the entire environment more hostile. Imagine being a college student with only cold showers and tea available. How difficult would that become?
I love overcast days, but if those little pockets of warmth weren't so easily accessible, I'd have a lot of trouble.
Is that spoiled? I don't think so. No one wants to live without warmth, and if they have to, their life doesn't seem better at all for it. People can deal, and so would I, but it just goes back to the monkey. The whole environment gets better with things like that to enjoy.