Even when it's cold, I like to leave the white side of my baby blanket out in the open air for a while. Then, when I press my face into the cool, yet soft surface, I get this sharp burst of pilly, cottony goodness. As I breathe my warm air into the blanket's surface, the sensation grows smaller and smaller, so I move to a new section of the blanket to feel that cool burst of comfort again. It's been that way forever. I don't get that great blast sensation when the blanket is warm. Warm is too passive. Not as clean, not as sharp. I much prefer my blanket cold and buoyant, like a cloud.
Listening to: "Amarantine" by Enjoy
Things going on today: Church, I record my teaching session for the school of music, Mark comes home later tonight.
Blessings: It didn't snow last night. Chewing Gum on Fast Sundays when you're sick.