When I was young, my bedroom was unheated and I dreaded going to bed in the wintertime. I’d change quickly into my PJs and jump into that ice-cold bed. Then lay there shivering, until my body heat warmed the sheets up to a tolerable temperature. Mornings were hard too. I’d jump out of bed and run to the main part of the house to get warm.
Nothing’s changed. My current bedroom is unheated also and it’s still hard to go to bed and get up, when it’s cold. But now, since I have no hair, I have to wear a stocking cap to bed. And the old joints feel creaky in the morn. I’m looking forward to getting far enough south soon, that I can enjoy bedtime more!
iggyvandweller 