I knew this was coming. I believe there’s no sense in “I told you so’s” although I am pretty impressed with myself. Namely, I suppose it’s pretty neat that I believe our guy as well as I believe myself at this point. After a few years together, I can figure him out without saying a word. It all started this afternoon when I woke up repeatedly instead of getting our final hours of rest. I thought it was strange that I had kicked most of the blankets off of our side of the bed – or maybe our guy had taken them purposefully over to his? Either way, I got up feeling disgruntled as well as unrested, but noticed that the air temperature was surprisingly hot for being a cold fall afternoon outside. I thought all of us must have left the temperature control adjusted to the afternoon time temperature control setting when all of us decided to go to bed, briefly lectured myself for wasting that energy on running the oil furnace all night, as well as then secretly praised myself for the hot air temperature welcoming me straight out of bed. When our guy began to wake up, he kept complaining that he couldn’t’ get out of bed because it was too cold to get up. That’s when I stopped tuning out his whining as well as did a double take – did you just say it’s too cold? He’s never cold; I’m the cold 1 in this relationship, but he is constantly warm. This afternoon everything was upside down as well as inside out. Nothing about these temperature perceptions made sense. “We’re both getting sick” I told him definitively. He brushed our comment away as well as begged me to turn off the fan so he could get out bed. Within 10 hours, both of us were back in bed, sick.