Warm (045)

I’m ready for summer and warm weather. Lately, I have been cold all the time. I sit with blankets and heating pads on me in the living room, even with the heat cranked to 72º. Jorah was hogging the blanket I pulled out earlier, so I had to dig out another one because First Rule of Dog. I’m going to miss him this month. He’ll be on vacation with his favorite aunts for ten nights while Mike and I visit the Caribbean. We don’t get ten nights down there, but we will get eight.

This reminds me of the first time I traveled to the Caribbean. I came back to Michigan near the end of May, when it was getting down to the mid 50s at night. It was a chilly May that year, only getting to about 70º during the day. These temperatures are typically shorts and teeshirt weather for Michiganders. Not me, at least that year. The heat had already been turned off in my apartment building, and I had no control over it. I did have a space heater, though! I put it as close as was safe to my bed and curled up directly in front of the hot air flow. Even with that heat, I shivered in my bed until sleep finally came. It took about a week to reacclimate to Michigan as the weather also warmed. 

It got up to 78º here today. When I finally emerged from bed and painting my nails, I decided to sit outside in shorts. Somehow I didn’t believe it would be warm enough for a tank top despite it being 72º at the time. It must surely be tricking me, and the breeze will send chills through my bones, I thought. Once settled outside, Jorah connected to his leash stake, I realized the sweatshirt was too much and started to get sweaty. It felt ridiculously good to finally be warm.