My dear friend Ashley and I agree on one of the greatest delights of colder weather: Sleeping under a ton of covers in a cool room. I had one of those exquisite mornings this past Saturday. Nose was chilly (the test of whether the room is cool enough); body toasty. Every nerve was alive under those covers; every pocket of warmth, every soft touch of cover, every cuddle of plump pillow was there in the moment. Grey skies and chill wind outside, and a window open just enough to let the outside in. Of course, getting up to use the john is not much fun, but the rest makes the ache, the rush-back-to-bed, the cold underfoot worth it.