The Danger of Windows in Fall
It was so cold in my house this morning that I didn’t want to get out of bed. My cat didn’t want me to get out of bed either. She crawled under the covers to keep me warm when my alarm clock went off.
This is Saffron, also knows as The Butter Licker. (We all have our vices.) And what she and I didn’t know this morning was that my bedroom was the coldest room in the house thanks to the cross-flow of forty-degree air from my open bedroom windows to my open bathroom window. But we’re both up now, the windows are closed, and we’re attempting to make something of today. She’s in the sunshine. I’m on my treadmill. I think she’s getting the better end of the deal.
Hope you all have a lovely weekend. Me? I’m spending half of it as a pirate wench. Pictures coming next week!
