You know it's hot when Richard is the one who suggests to open a window or turn on the fan. Surprisingly I don't think I felt as warm as he did. I was comfortable and in no hurry to leave the bed. Perhaps 20 min or so had passed before I decided to get up and open the window at least a crack. I also threw his pajama top over the vent - he must have been hot!
This morning I noticed the box had been moved from the vent in the bathroom. I will have to find something less bulky. But as for now the window remains open. True there is a chill - but I have put on a long sleeve shirt. The scenery is so pretty outside
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