I’m usually the type who, despite the temperatures outside, sleeps with at least one blanket pulled all the way up to my chin. Buried under blankets is how I’ve always slept best, it seems. And the ceiling fan, though always on, is usually just on low — enough to keep the air circulating.
Not so anymore! It is HOT! And the fan is on high! And our bed … well:
Now Kyle’s the one with the blankets up to his chin — two of them — while I’m on the other side with just a sheet (if that) sleeping quite comfortably.