I woke up from my nap an hour ago, and noticed it was very warm. But I figured because I had just put on my sweater and jeans and socks again, maybe it was just me.
A while later, I realized I was actually sweating and I went to check the thermostat…
93 degrees.
That’s what some child,
who’d been playing out in the snow, thought the home heating system should be pumping out (while mom was napping).
So, if you were sick of the cold, you could go visit Jamaica.
Or just come here.
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