Thank god for dogs and little children. my dog makes me laugh. because of the lovely menopause sweats, i never slept underneath the covers. instead i slept underneath a small blanket that the iceback and i got when we took a trip to the mountains of nc one spring (only to wake up and find snow on the ground the next morning)

i've tried plenty of times to put asche underneath the blanket with me. she's always refused. and i must say, she's kind of like a furry furnace. she likes to lay curled up in the crook of my legs, which in turn, makes me hot. so i usually have to tell her to move.

but, for the first time since i've lived here, it's been so cold this winter (one of the coldest since '89) i've been sleeping underneath my comforter. i do sleep with my patio door cracked. i like to sleep cold. probably because i usually sleep so hot. plus, this was a habit of my grandmother fent, my dad's mom.

in the often frigid winters of ok city, she's don her flannel pjs, a robe, a towel she'd wrap around her head, bury herself under mountains of blankets and quilts, and snooze peacefully with the windows opened. a risky move in downtown ok city, even back then. she always claimed it was good for the respiratory system.

so i like a little nip in the air when i sleep.

surprisingly, asche has taken to burrowing underneath the comforter like a big tan mole. i have to say, it's nice not to constantly have to tell her to move because she's on the blanket. but i wonder how the hell she breaths under there?

this last week was bike week. we assume the bikers came down a little further than their usual daytona hoping for warmer weather. soon the spring breakers will begin to filter in for the next two months and the snow birds will finally fly home.

hopefully, the warmer weather will filter in with them. i'm ready to wear shorts and flip flops again. although i have enjoyed getting a chance to wear my fur-lined suede boots, which i never thought i'd be able to wear again.

brrrrrr.