Am I the sun?
In the mornings my house is cold. I must have it set to be in the mid 60s at night. My reasoning behind that is I know this girlie does not like to wake up drenched in sweat. However, this still happens on more of a normalcy than I would like it to. Should I turn it down more? Then one would need a parka inside my abode. No, thank you. While writing this I am currently in my comfy clothes which consist of a sweatshirt and joggers, a blanket is upon my legs and then a cat. Peeka is doing her best job at sharing her heat with me and it warms not only the part of my leg she is leaning or propping herself upon, but my heart as well. She is very sweet when she wants to be. Coffee is beside me and to be honest if someone could throw another blanket on me and I could easily close my eyes and sleep a little longer.
It might sound like I am complaining about the chilliness in my house, but on the contrary. The fascination wells deep inside as I try to figure out why my body temperature seems to drop once I awaken and start moving around. Right now there is just a sheet and a thin quilt (that doesn’t even fit the entirety of the bed size) that covers me and yet somehow my body seems to believe I am laying on a beach with the warmth of the sun radiating down warming my skin… it’s not. I know this. However, the largest organ of my body doesn’t seem to understand that. I radiate heat outwards, like a movable and malleable heater. It probably doesn’t help that Koda likes to “cuddle” with my legs. It’s more like pinning them down so if I need to move it takes more effort than one is willing to do while in such a sleepy state in the middle of the night.
I could blame my hotness (wink) on the air flow in my bedroom. They way the furniture needs to be arranged to give the most ample room to move around in, covers some air vents. I do my best to keep them uncovered and available for air movement, sometimes even giving them assistance with extra fans pointing from/to them. I also am not one for leaving the window open at night. To quote some funny and respectful ladies, “fresh air is for dead people.” If you got the reference yay - if not, I got the saying from two lovely ladies from the “Morbid: A True Crime” podcast. Those two are actually aunt and niece, but since they are closer in age they act more like sisters. Anywho, there are times when I slightly crack the window open in fall, early spring or winter to sleep, but not in the summertime. I have too many flashes of horrible outcomes if I do leave the window open too much. Maybe if there was like a third or fourth level and I slept up there I wouldn’t feel so fearful to have the free airflow. Darn fears… I could go more into this but nah.
Are you one to become your own furnace at night? Are you a part of the club where your furry child “cuddles” with you only to be too big and pins your arms or legs down instead? Feel free to send along your answers and let’s communicate. Let’s start a discussion and see where that takes us. Until next time, stay cool/ warm and everywhere good in between.
