61 Degrees

I went downstairs one morning this week, and it was chilly (only 61 degrees!). The temperature outside was in the 30s, which meant the prospects for warming up naturally weren’t that great, so I turned on the furnace. Yup, I caved. I did. Usually it’s my hubby, but this year it was me. We all have our limits, and I guess 61 degrees is mine.