Being cold to me is like being stuck in a horrible, endless torture. Once my extremities get cold, I have the hardest time warming them up. Fingers, a toe… if they are cold, I am miserable for hours on end, my entire body begins to chill. My husband laughs at me because I sleep in sweat pants, socks a t-shirt and then wrap myself in my snuggie (yes I have one!) and then put my sheet, blanket and comforter over me. Meanwhile, my husband sleeps in shorts and a t-shirt and possibly the sheet, blanket and comforter and is perfectly comfortable all night long. Usually, the snuggie will end up piled up next to my bed, but to get to sleep comfortably, it is imperative for me to be warm. A dear friend to me was saying how immoral our world has become. The world is materialistic and focused on the wrong things. You only have to turn the television on for a few moments during “prime time” to see a commercial that will most lik...
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