Day 57

Remember yesterday, when hope was springing eternal? Well, the spring is dry today. Last night was a rough one. I had to wake my partner twice to beg for some covers, and still woke completely exposed this morning. In my sleepy, cold-medicine-induced delirium I also coined a new term for the duvet - "clanket" (cross between "covers" and "blanket"). Oi, give me strength!