I’ve realized that if I kept the house at 60°F the only one who would be cold is ME! I live in a house full of polar bears, I think. This makes it really hard for me to justify cranking up the heat on a chilly (for California) morning like this one. I guess I am destined to spend the winters in triple layers of fleece. However, I have found that Mr. Plain’s fleece jacket fits nicely over mine, but the fucker sometimes actually wears it himself. So selfish.