I love autumn. I love the cool crisp days and nights. I love to open the windows at night. As the temperature of the house cools, I like to nestle into my blankets. I can’t tell you how well I sleep when the house is hovering around 56 degrees.
So far this year, Big Scott and I haven’t had the battle for the blankets. Here is the usual scenario. I begin to feel chilled. I start to roll. Yup, I roll myself into a little Jilly burrito. Big Scott is left without blankets. The cats hang out on his side of the bed because “mom” moves too much. But not this year, I’ve been good.

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