I suppose there's some logic to it...

[whiski_sour]

We've had unseasonably cool weather lately. This week the lows are supposed to be in the forties. Last night and tonight it's supposed to be in the fifties.

I've been shutting my windows at night because my body temperature must drop ten degrees when I sleep. Rarely am I too hot when I sleep and even in the summer, I'll sleep under a sheet, comforter, and at least one blanket.

However, the windows in the rest of the house have stayed open. Last night Carrie came in my room to warm up because she got so chilly out in the kitchen. She tried shutting the windows, but two of them stick really badly and with her prolapsed bladder, the angle is too odd and the force needed is too much and it hurts her to shut them. Not to mention it upsets the cats.

So, I thought tonight that I'd shut the windows. I shut the ones in the kitchen and the dining room and then asked Dad, who's wearing a sweatshirt and snuggled under his sleeping bag in the living room, if he wanted me to shut the windows in there.

Dad: Nah. I'm good.
Me: You got your stocking cap?
Dad: Got my stocking cap.

See that people? Why shut the windows when you can just put on a stocking cap?

This is my blood, my DNA.

Be afraid.