It's spooning time

Last night and tonight have been refreshingly chilly.  That means the temperatures have dipped into the upper 50's along this stretch of the coast.  Today we had all the windows open  The northeast breeze was coming in to replace the conditioned air of a house shut up against the summer heat with the smell of the outdoors in fall.

The nights have been delightful for sleeping.  In the summer,  it's hard to be comfortable at night even with ceiling fans and AC going.  I don't know how you sleep when the weather is hot and sticky.  But we seem to do much better when the frost is on the pumpkin.

You see, we have slept together for all of our married life and for a few years before that.  There have been occasions during the drinking years, that I would leave and go sleep on the couch.  But most of the time,  we have slept together.  We started out in a double bed when we first married.  We kept that bed for many years.  It was bought from a fellow graduate student.

Later, after we moved here,  we bought a queen size tester bed.  That's what we have slept in for years.  The mattress has been changed over the past four years and is thick and comfortable.  We went to the mattress store and lay around on various mattresses to try them out.  C. thought that she wanted one of the Swedish mattresses until she actually had lain on one.  She kind of sank into it and declared that it was too hot and felt as if she were being engulfed.  Obviously, those mattresses probably do better in colder climates such as Sweden where it would be nice to sink deep into a mattress when it is -5 C.  

I don't sleep well when it's hot.  I don't want a lot of covers on me or clothes.  It is a good idea to have a queen size bed since it allows us to drift to cooler parts of the bed in the summer.  And when the cool nights come in fall, we become heat seekers and sleep like two spoons with arms and legs intertwined.  In winter, we become a bit competitive with the blankets.  Sometime in the middle of the night,  one of us with try to hijack the blanket, leaving the other stuck out in the cold.  I'm not going to say who the hijacker is.

Even when we aren't spooning, I like the idea of being able to reach out an arm or leg and touch her as she is lying there.  It is a comfort.  And tonight, well, I think that it's cool enough that we will likely sleep snuggled together with the window open, the water garden making its splashing sound, and the sweet smell of tea olive on the breeze.