I don’t mind letting the dog out at 5 o’clock in the morning this week, when it has been relatively frigid. For this to make sense, there are three things that are important to know…
First, I have low-level heat intolerance. For this reason, I sleep in shorts and a T-shirt no matter the temperature so I don’t wake up too warm in the middle of the night feeling generally unwell. Second, I use a twin-sized electric blanket on my queen-sized bed because I’m too cheap to replace it. For a number of reasons, I don’t spend money easily on myself. Third, I am not usually in charge of taking the dog out at night, that job falls to my husband. Whenever he is out of town, however, the responsibility falls to me.
Add these things together and you have an under-dressed groggy person standing on the back steps in the freezing cold because she did not have the wherewithal to grab a robe. So, I stand there, shivering and looking at the stars, listening to the silence of a winter’s evening. Our house is in front of a cemetery and so night time is a muted silence that reminds me of living in the country, except different. It is a beautiful moment, despite the cold that makes me shiver to my very bones. It is so peaceful that I do not mind the terrible cold for those few quiet moments.
Once I move back indoors and upstairs, I am enfolded softly into a warm and toasty bed that erases the cold in that delicious sinking feeling that I’m not sure I can replicate in any other way. Except maybe a hot bath.
So, I don’t really mind letting the dog out at 5 o’clock in the morning this week…
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