The 67-degree, too-cold bedroom led to drastic measures: a long-sleeve sweatshirt, stealing Dave’s Adidas socks (since I apparently have no socks of my own), and cranking up the space heater to high. Within fifteen minutes, it was up to 73 degrees, and I’m just now thawing, debating how much higher I should go.
I miss those 95-degree hot yoga studio days—dripping sweat and reaching deeper stretches than I thought possible. Nothing else quite hits the same spot. I’ve toyed with the idea of getting a sauna, but maybe I should just wait a few months for the humid, high summer temperatures that Mother Nature will throw at me for free to return.
I debated canceling our time together tonight. I really value my free time, but I also worry I’m just going to be lazy.
The newly delivered boxes of an epic playground mean the next few days we’re going to be busy building, and hopefully, we’ll get it done in time for our trip next Tuesday to Gatlinburg, Tennessee.
You know how much I’ve been getting into and loving fermenting, right? Well, I just learned about a heavily salted salsa that ferments until it bubbles into something delicious. I think the recipe is in Wild Fermentation, which I downloaded to my Kindle earlier. That dish is definitely making its way to my cutie-patootie fridge soon.
Hearing footsteps in other parts of the house, I anticipate Dave swinging open the door, bringing a cold blast of 67-degree air, and saying, “It’s so hot in here.” I might feel a pang of guilt for the wonderfully cozy nest I’ve created for myself—but here’s the thing: I like it warm! Giving myself this little luxury is just fine. If he says anything, I’ll remind him that yesterday was my birthday, and I’m still in “I get whatever I want” mode.
All this talk of cold reminds me that our road trip to the snow calls for accessories—gloves and slick over pants to keep us warm and dry. Dave mentioned stopping somewhere on the day of, so I’ll happily put off figuring that out for now.
Well, I’d better hit the hay. I hope you had a lovely day. Thanks for being here.
Love,
Jaclynn
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