Did you ever notice that meteorologists really seem to relish reporting how cold it is going to get? I swear, there was positive glee in Bel's voice last night, when she told us that there was a 51 degree temperature shift from 10 pm the previous evening. And wind chills could be 45 below in the morning.
Seeing how it was going to be a cold night-and my upstairs windows are so crummy it is like having them open with the screens on in the summer, I donned my velour jammies, with socks, and turned on the electric blanket. And snuggled down into my flannel sheets. At 4 am, I woke up so hot and sweaty I thought the combination of things was going to make me spontaneously combust. To prevent such a catastrophe, I took off my socks and walked around on my wood floors for a bit, and I was chilled to the bone in no time.
Thank goodness for old, drafty houses. I heard on the news that if you live in an old, drafty house, your chances of getting carbon monoxide poisoning are almost non-existent, unless of course you are sleeping right next to the defective furnace...which I'm not, because my basement is too yucky to sleep in. So thank goodness for life's blessings.