Oops!

We're learning to live with a whole new kind of cold up here in NorCal. By the time I go to bed each night it's usually dropped down to 36, so I can only assume that the overnight low is somewhere around freezing. We've been keeping our heater at a steady 69. Unfortunately, a few nights ago I mistakenly turned it off. When I woke up the next morning it was 65 in the house. With his comforter on the floor, Nolan attempted to conserve his own body heat by curling himself into the fetal position. My poor little popsicle!