It was quite a surprise to find that you can buy an old-fashioned rubber hot water bottle, not much different from what mommie gave you, as a child, for your ear-ache. I am using it for the first time this morning. It appears to be a good product. Because its shape is flattish it slips better into a parka than a round plastic container does.
The Little Cute One is wearing her doggie jacket. She is sleeping under a pile of sleeping bags on my bed.
I appreciate the better sleeping that goes along with chilly fall weather. The Internet tells us that Hypnos was the ancient Greek god of sleep, and that he was only a minor deity. Well, really! Their theologians had their priorities all wrong. Maybe they were just young.
When the sun comes up in this part of the world (Utah), it is easy to appreciate the chilliness, because the air and sky are so crystalline and cheerful. But it takes some work in the dark hours of the morning, assuming you aren't young and can't simply sleep through them.
What is the right attitude towards these cold dark hours prior to sunrise? It isn't so bad to be amused at how fragile a human being is. And yet, adaptable. Perhaps nostalgia is the right attitude. It can be such a sweet emotion. Besides, it is nice to buy something for a change that doesn't have a damn battery, fragile electrical connectors, and complex menu to fumble around with.
But don't expect the You Tube nomad-living-experts to brag up this heating technology.
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