We're having another spate of chilly weather in this area of Texas, and I'm fine with that. I don't know to what I should attribute my penchant, but I prefer sleeping in a very cold room piled under lots of blankets(and, of course, with two little fur hot-water-bottles). I remember once sleeping at Great Granny Smith's little old house, bitterly cold and piled under mounds of her homemade quilts. That was magical.
I always look forward to winter and that big heavy pile of covers on the bed. If you get too warm, you can kick off the top layer or two. In summer, if you get hot, there's only so much you can take off, and then you're just hot. Misery!
Now there's stuff going around about how it's easier to insulate yourself than it is to heat up your house.
Welcome to the party. Time to cuddle teh puppehs.