Sitting at the table on Thanksgiving, Husband and I idly watched the butter slowly melting in the butter dish. It isn’t unusual for butter to melt here, but what we realized later was that neither of us felt warm. Wearing short sleeves and feeling comfortable, both of us thought the day pleasant, but certainly not warm.
It’s that time of year, when we put on sweaters or long sleeves, while our friends nob call us whimps. Recently, I was in Progreso visiting Barb. It was a nice day, warm in the sun but pleasant, almost cool, in the shade. Barb and Mr. B, her husband found the weather a bit warmer than me. While I have a hard time venturing into the pool they are swimming all the time.
Right now as I type this, I am aware that my feet are cold. I have on a ratty long sleeve robe but no socks and I can feel the chill. Once I get back up and around, I’m sure that I’ll warm up.
The down comforter still hasn’t made it’s way onto our bed, but I did change from cotton sheets to cotton flannel sheets. We have had the polar fleece blanket on the bed since blanket day, but just the regular sheets. We’ve also stopped leaving the windows open all night.