I knew this was coming. I know there’s no sense in “I told you so’s” but I am pretty impressed with myself. Namely, I think it’s pretty neat that I know my boyfriend as well as I know myself at this point. After a few years together, I can figure him out without saying a word. It all started this morning when I woke up repeatedly instead of getting my final hours of rest. I thought it was strange that I had kicked most of the blankets off of my side of the bed – or maybe my boyfriend had taken them purposefully over to his? Either way, I got up feeling disgruntled and unrested, but noticed that the air temperature was surprisingly warm for being a chilly fall morning outside. I thought we must have left the thermostat adjusted to the daytime temperature control setting when we went to bed, briefly lectured myself for wasting that energy on running the furnace all night, and then secretly praised myself for the warm air temperature welcoming me straight out of bed. When my boyfriend 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 and did a double take – did you just say it’s too cold? He’s never cold; I’m the cold one in this relationship. He is always warm. This morning everything was upside down and inside out. Nothing about these temperature perceptions made sense. “We’re both getting sick” I told him definitively. He brushed my comment away and begged me to turn off the fan so he could get out bed. Within 10 hours, both of us were back in bed, sick.