Thermal confusion at 7am

The thermostat says 72 degrees. My body says we’re living in an arctic tundra.

Thermal confusion at 7am

This is the third sweater I’ve put on this morning, and I’m still considering adding a scarf. Jake walked through here twenty minutes ago in shorts and a t-shirt, took one look at my layering situation, and just shook his head. The heating system we spent all that time troubleshooting last year? Working perfectly. My internal temperature regulation? Apparently broken.

Coffee and cold contemplation

But honestly, there’s something deeply satisfying about being this bundled up with nowhere to go. It’s Saturday morning, the coffee’s hot, and I can see actual frost on the windows. Sometimes your body just decides it’s hibernation time, even when your apartment is functioning like a proper adult home.

Jake’s making eggs. I’m considering adding mittens to this ensemble. Winter logic, don’t question it.