It's cold in here--48 degrees in my living room

I have to whisper, because there are Asian men in my apartment. I have closed myself off into the bedroom and don't want them to hear me. It's still warm in here, but they are coming in soon.

This is my living room and balcony:

I'm not going nuts this time, just getting new windows. It's no fun. I had insomnia last night, and they woke me at 8:30. No getting back to sleep, because they would be pounding incessantly all day.

My landlord is putting energy-efficient windows on the top floor, which is where I live, and work. It might make more sense to fix my heater which runs nonstop in my bedroom so that I have to keep the window open all day and most of the night to make it bearable. (It wakes me up at dawn when it is cold and bright. Then I shut the window and shades to try to get just enough sleep before it gradually rises to inferno.)

Seriously, I think closing one window would save more heat than replacing them all. But I'm not in charge.

Hennyway, they woke me today and have mostly been down the hall. Now they are in my place, and they have invaded my bedroom too--(that's them to the left)--so I've retreated to the writing studio, where it is a toasty 64 degrees. I checked the thermostat in my living room. 48. That's not so bad for outside but no fun on your couch.

Tonight I get to look forward to the fumes. They use a lot of caulk, and it was unbearable in the studio for two days over the weekend without the window open. Luckily it was warm. Cold front hit this weekend, and I think it's below freezing at noon. Hmmmm.

At least the bedroom window will be open, once I warm it up.