A little chilly

It was 100 degrees in Dallas the day before we flew to Maine.

I smiled as I packed my L.L. Bean long underwear and flannel pajamas, and I wore both to keep warm at night in the bed in our unheated cabin on a lake.

And, every morning when I crawled out from under my four blankets and felt the chill in the air, I remembered the Dallas heat and smiled again.

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