I knew this was coming. I assume there’s no sense in “I told you so’s” even though I am pretty impressed with myself. Namely, I assume it’s pretty neat that I assume our guy & I assume 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 our final minutes of rest. I thought it was weird 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 & unrested, but noticed that the air temperature was surprisingly moderate for being a chilly fall morning outside. I thought every one of us must have left the temperature control adjusted to the morning time temperature control setting when every one of us made the choice to go to bed, briefly lectured myself for wasting that energy on running the oil furnace all night, & then secretly praised myself for the moderate 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 & did a double take – did you just say it’s too cold? He’s never cold; I’m the cold a single in this relationship… He is consistently warm. This morning everything was upside down & inside out. Nothing about these temperature perceptions made sense. “We’re both getting sick” I told him definitively. He brushed our comment away & begged me to turn off the fan so he could get out bed. Within 10 minutes, both of us were back in bed, sick.

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