I just got home to find that the thermostat had been cranked down to about 50 degrees, and the fan had been switched from "auto" to "on". The house is a brisk fifty-five degrees or so. (I'm assuming it got a little warm during the play date, and leaving for gymnastics was not a calm, organized endeavor.)
And so but anyway, I've made myself a large cup of cinammon tea and gotten out my ski jacket, which I intend to be wearing when Beautiful Woman and Small Boy return home. As a matter of fact, I hear the garage door now...
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