it was 79 when i was doing errands this afternoon & it was HOT!
about 2 weeks ago i was still sleeping in flannel but the past week or so i’ve been waking up in the middle of the night because the house doesn’t get much cooler than 70. in the winter i wake up throughout the night & lower the heater, wake up & lower it some more, continuously until i can sleep.
so when B finally rises from hibernation the house is maybe 60 degrees & he’s freezing while i’ve finally fallen into a deep sleep (after all those trips to the thermostat, to the kitchen for snacks & of course a bathroom trip or 2; i’m exhausted).
i know mid-july i will look back on this day & think what a spoiled brat i was to complain about 79 (when it’s 120 & my clothes are sticking to me while i sit in a puddle of my own sweat & have a headache from the heat). i will wish, hope & pray for it to be less than 80 again.
but today, i am hot, so don’t smell my armpits & we can still be friends