Saturday, November 3, 2012
A chill is in the air. I love this time of year. I like sleeping all snug and warm under a quilt while breathing the crisp air. My nose may be a tad cold, but I sleep better when there is a chill in the air.
I cringe as I watch him about to toss another log on the fire. It is 82 degrees in here, I just checked it. I am sweating. I dressed appropriately for the season when I got up today, but now I need to change into shorts and a t-shirt. He has long johns on, for heavens sake. Two shirts and heavy socks. He has those socked feet held up to the wood stove.. I just clipped my damp hair up, as my neck is so hot.
82 degrees and he wants to feed the fire. I will never be able to sleep. If it were 82 degrees outside, he would want the air conditioning on.
Apparently 82 degrees in November is different than 82 degrees in June.