We had to get an early start on the day, lots to do. I was up at 6:00 AM when the wee dog got me up. He just wanted attention, not to go out or anything.
I got some things done on the computer, then went to get a shower. The wife was still in bed.
A nice hot shower in the morning is a wonderful thing in my opinion. I’m told that the various Special Forces divisions in the military take cold showers year round. There are supposed to be benefits to it, but I’m not sure what they are. I had to take a cold shower at a campground in the Texas Hill Country one winter when the temperatures were in the 20’s def F (-7 deg C). I can’t say as I enjoyed the experience. I could probably switch over to taking cold showers but I don’t feel the need or motivation to do so at this point in my life.
So, I had my nice, warm, relaxing shower. Then I had to go through my own version of the cold shower. I had to step out of our shower into the bathroom. Which is ARCTIC!
We really need to get a space heater, or better ventilation, or something in our bathroom. When you first step out of the shower into the open space, and you’re still wet, the cold hits you like a [fill in your own devastatingly cold analogy here]. I grabbed my towel and dried off, which helped some but not enough. I combed out my hair and told the wife that the bathroom was freezing. Her reply was to go back to bed.
“I can’t,” I replied. “If I go back to bed, I’m going to get comfortable and go back to sleep.”
“I won’t let you go to sleep.”
I decided to get back in bed. I got under the covers and snuggled up against my wife. One thing about my wife is that she’s a furnace. A very good quality to have in the extreme cold weather we’ve been having recently. (The weather forecast says things are going to get worse over the weekend, with snow for three days Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. They are forecasting more than a foot of snow.)
Soon, I was nice and warm. I was comfortable. I was relaxed. I was falling back asleep.
“No sleeping.” The wife poked me. “You have to get up. We have stuff to do.”
“No,” I said. “Bed warm. World cold. Bed wins.”
She pulled the covers off and a blast of cold air hit me. I grabbed them, rolled over and tried to burrow back into a blanket cocoon.
Major Tom rushed in to see what was going on. He came to my side of the bed, put his front paws on the mattress, and licked my nose. I rolled away. “Blaaah.”
I wasn’t going to be able to get back to sleep at that point so I got out of bed and got ready for the day.
On the whole, I’d rather have hibernated all day. We did get things done, though, and found some kitchen utensils and cookware we were looking for, along with sorting a lot of contents in boxes that still haven’t been unpacked. I also made a large batch of mashed potatoes for a funeral lunch at our church tomorrow. A friend of ours passed away and the service will be tomorrow, followed by a potluck lunch.
This all reminds me of a quote from Marcus Aurelius –
“At dawn, when you have trouble getting out of bed, tell yourself: “I have to go to work — as a human being. What do I have to complain of, if I’m going to do what I was born for — the things I was brought into the world to do? Or is this what I was created for? To huddle under the blankets and stay warm?”
I’m leaning toward huddling under the blankets and staying warm myself, myself, but I suppose he’s right. I got up and got things done that needed doing. I guess that is a success.
I hope all is going well for you in your world, my Hordeling.
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