I am warm.
No biggie? Wrong-o, mister. I am NEVER warm enough. From October 1 until March 31, I am cold. I'm cold at work, I'm cold in the car, I'm cold while watching TV. We keep our thermostat around 68 (propane is expensive!) so I layer up. Still, until I'm under a blanket, I'm cold.
I was cold all day at work (except during my breaks where I went outside and sat in the sun) and I was cold on my way home. If I get the car warm enough for my upper body to be comfortable, my feet are sweating. I get home and freeze on the way into the house. Until I'm in sweats and a sweatshirt, I'm cold.
OK, so I'm home, in my sweats, just fed pizza (in my bed) by hubby, with quilts surrounding me and a warm laptop in my lap. Yes, folks, I'm warm. I have a warm and safe home that many do not have. I appreciate it VERY much more in the winter. Windows that close and an oven to cook my food and a husband who changed my oil, rotated the tires, cleaned out the smokin' hot Neon, and still cooked my dinner.
Thankful. That's the word of the night.
A girl could get used to this.
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