Every morning is a struggle to get out of bed.
I'm thrilled the girls are on term break, I get to lie in every morning now. It's not that I'm lazy, it's the, well, the bed.
Large enough for me to sprawl out in as I tend to do, perfect sheets, four....count 'em four...pillows, a wonderful feather comforter, a mattress form pad--and--the undersheet electric blanket.
What a perfect invention for this place, for any place! I almost want it to be the beginning of winter again! The entire surface of the bed is a lovely, toasty perfection of warmth. I don't have to curl in on myself or put another dog on the bed to be comfy... I am lying in a cocoon of wonderfulness, tempting me to stay put all day.
No icy regions lie at the bottom, where my foot might slip and wake me up with a shiver. No spots of cold lurking in case I roll over. No, it's all lovely.
And, with that, I'm going back to bed to read. After I move Cat off the middle of the bed.
He can find his own heating blanket, and leave mine be.
Our Neville Fact:
When Margaret was on her Adventure, and Our Neville was posing for a nude, he often had to temper his thoughts of the future with Margaret while under his hood, else they find they'd need more clay to sculpt him. A lot more clay.