When people stop by during the winter, they often ask if they can slide open the balcony door a bit. It's usually hot in here. The gas fireplace runs constantly for nearly eight months a year in this apartment. Maybe I do this as a result of the post-1973 oil embargo, wood-burning stoves of my youth. When facing a stove with a roaring fire, one's front side was about 90F. In most old New-England houses, the other side wasn't.
Fast forward almost four decades and I still crave that particular creature comfort. I don't recall Lower Mainland, BC winter temperatures ever staying below 15F (-10C). Still, I find numerous opportunities to crank up the gas setting to Level 3