Woke up this morning, the wife had stolen all the covers. How could she be so cruel? My feet were cold even before I got out of bed.
Of course, my slippers were over by the back door. Hiking across the linoleum floor wasn't fun- but I did it. By the time I got to the slippers, my toes were ice cubes. I stuck them into the slippers, but they never really warmed up. In fact, they were cold until I took my shower; and even then they didn't warm up far.
It didn't help that I had to go outside to get the newspaper. It was cold and wet, and the newspaper was in the compost in the garden. Jeez. The heat of the coffee didn't even get to the slippers to warm my toes up.
If only there was some sort of footed pajama I could wear!