It’s been cold in Port Orchard the last couple of days.  Arctic Circle cold and Wayne loves it.  He’s been working in his woodshop with a short-sleeved shirt and whistling like one of Santa’s elves.  I, on the other hand, am dressed like an Eskimo.  I’ve got a fire in the fireplace, my knitting wrapped around me and Bogie on my lap and I’m still chilled to the bone. 

But that’s nothing compared to the temperature in the bedroom.  If he could, Wayne would like nothing better than to sleep with the window open.   Me, I have two blankets, a comforter, a faux fur top and Bogie snuggled up against me.  It would help if Wayne would wrap me in his arms, but he says no way.  He can’t take all that heat!