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I have no idea when I went to bed. Midnight, or half after, if I had to say. I woke at 13:00, if it took an half hour to get downstairs. Oh, as to closing the windows upstairs? It didn't help. Or it got much colder. Now the cubbyhole I sleep in, at floor level, gets up to 57°, or did this first night. But the room, at three feet up, was 52°. Yesterday morning, or before tending the ac's and shutting the windows, both readings were 54° F. When I went up to bed, both read 50°. Generally good enough. I may open the vent, possibly run a fan, just to see if it can be made warmer. Not sure I want it warmer.
I have been able to cuddle in, staying plenty warm. The cap helps. As well, a neck gaitor. Both of which are usually taken off some time during the night, then the cap goes back on for the waking process. I am keeping it 68° downstairs, but put it up to 70° or 72°, depending on feel, in the hopes of getting a shower quickly. Then, win or lose, I kick it back to 66° unless cold is creeping in via wind or wet. Then I will keep it at 68°.
A shower, then laundry starting easy with whites. Then the ducks. Hmm... may let them out first, then laundry, then a shower. Yes, I like that path better. Perhaps raking later. Dishes at least set to a soak? Another smaller load of laundry? There will only be a few towels and washcloths in the first load. First thing, ducks. Later.
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