Polar Bears Would Love to Live With Me…

I groggily woke up this morning and Maggie was bundled up and flush to my chest under the covers.  She was cold.  Once I stuck my head out of the covers then I realized how cold it actually was in my house. The thermostat said the temperature was 67.  I don’t think I have ever seen it that low since I have lived here.  I turned the heat on and it felt almost tropical as the temp climbed to 70 degrees and above.  I jumped back in bed with Maggie until it could warm up some.  By now, Maggie had woken up good and it was Cootie catching time! Maggie preened for a good half hour before settling back down again.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 14, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs