You know how sometimes you wake up for one reason, but then remain awake because of another reason? Last night I woke up to the sounds of coyotes yipping and it was very eerie because they sounded very close to the house. It was then that I realized how blessed hot it was in our room, even with the windows opened. I changed our sheets this weekend and was planning on bringing out the cotten set, but Art begged me to put the fleece back on because he 'sleeps so well' on them. At 1:30am I regretted this decision (Art did not believe me that it was the fleece that kept us overly warm last night...I reminded him that clothing companies make millions every winter selling fleece everything because of its heat retention) Art laid there for awhile, kicking off blankets, sighing heavily and opening the window wider (but with no breeze it didn't really do anything) I asked him, "why don't you get the fan out of the closet?" "Oh, I'm fine", he says. After a few more minutes of listening to him toss and turn, I finally got up, got the fan out of the closet and put it in the window (Art's kind of useless once he's in bed); it was lovely.

I asked Art how he slept last night and he said "Great, after we turned the fan on." I'm sure he meant, "thank you for turning on the fan, oh Great-and-Wise One"