Uh oh!

It's been a wee bit chilly in California recently, at least to those of us with California-thin blood. And since we're normally cold-blooded folks, we don't often turn on the heat. But this morning I couldn't get out of bed because it was pretty darn cold.

So what did I do? What any rational person would do: I called Mom on my phone (yep, she was downstairs) and asked if she'd turn on the heat. Apparently it was 59 degrees in the house. Thirty minutes later, I was good to get out of bed.

I've gone soft, people. I've gone soft.