It’s true. Last night, my apartment was 57 degrees. I try really hard to not turn on the heat. In fact, I’ve been carrying a space heater around with me for the past few weeks.
After drinking a half a bottle of wine (alcohol warms the body, eh?) and grabbing a beer at the bar with some of the folks I work with, I came home, kept my coat on, and had another glass of wine while I packed my clothes and stuff up for this weekend in PA.
And even with my space heater running NEXT TO my bed, I slept in a pair of yoga pants AND a pair of sweat pants, two pairs of wool socks, a long-sleeved t-shirt, and with two quilts over me.
I will say that I slept damn well, but that was an awful lot of prepping for bedtime. I think I might have to buckle and turn on the heat. I’d like to wait until after Thanksgiving. If I can just make it till Thanksgiving…
Happy Friday, Ya’ll!