First frost.

We closed up the bedroom last night for the first time this fall, shunning the cat to the cold. I woke up at three a.m. to find Adam had pulled the duvet away, leaving me a corner. When I tried to clutch some comforter back, he grunted and rolled. We call this "burritoing." He is the burrito king.

Later in the night, he woke up to heap the bed with extra blankets and saw me uncovered. I am told I whined about the lack of bed clothes ("which you had kicked off! OFF!!" -- a.), he draped me with a couple of quilts and then stayed huddled next to me until his alarm went off.

The cat came in like a rocket when he opened the door this morning. She proceeded to perch on my shoulder and suck all the warmth out of me for half an hour.

Sometimes it's a boring life and an overly simplistic life, but it's my life and I like it.