November Morning
It’s freezing here! Literally. I had to turn the heat on yesterday afternoon, and I wrapped myself in an afghan and watched Harry Potter. My house is never warm in the winter, because I’m too stingy to pay to keep the thermostat higher than 65.
Of course, this makes it extremely hard to get out of bed in the morning. My bed is a warm, sleepy nest, with my sheet and quilt and heavy down comforter. And I’m all bundled up in sweatpants and a sweatshirt and two pairs of socks. I love my bed all the time, but most of all in the winter.
I’ve always thought that if I weren’t a Christian, I would start my own religion based around sleeping. Bed would be the temple, and sleep would be the ultimate expression of worship and devotion . . . so the longer you spent asleep, the more devoted you would be. I think this could catch on!
But it’s still not winter, only fall . . . and I’ve decided I can’t walk through thick piles of leaves on the sidewalk without scuffing my feet. Most of the time, I walk like a normal person, taking steps. But leaves must be kicked.
Of course, this makes it extremely hard to get out of bed in the morning. My bed is a warm, sleepy nest, with my sheet and quilt and heavy down comforter. And I’m all bundled up in sweatpants and a sweatshirt and two pairs of socks. I love my bed all the time, but most of all in the winter.
I’ve always thought that if I weren’t a Christian, I would start my own religion based around sleeping. Bed would be the temple, and sleep would be the ultimate expression of worship and devotion . . . so the longer you spent asleep, the more devoted you would be. I think this could catch on!
But it’s still not winter, only fall . . . and I’ve decided I can’t walk through thick piles of leaves on the sidewalk without scuffing my feet. Most of the time, I walk like a normal person, taking steps. But leaves must be kicked.
posted by Melanie at 2:27 PM
