My Ongoing Love Affair with Warmth

I love warmth. I constantly and actively seek warmth. I have accumulated along the years an extensive arsenal in my quest to keep my body at or above 98.6 degrees.

I get out my long johns around October. I have been known to wear them for weeks at a time underneath my clothes. Sometimes I wash them. I wear my skiing socks 6 months out of the year, and god knows I am not skiing 6 months out of the year. I have 6 jackets to combat varying levels of chilliness, and I choose said jackets based on daily analyses of various weather websites. The most extreme choice within the jacket hierarchy is a full-length down-filled waterproof parka. It has a hood. I have beaucoups of blankets (yes, some are electric). Drawers full of sweaters, scarfs, hats, and gloves. I really like to be warm.

And I am stepping it up a notch. The next battle in my war on cold is very specific: my arms get cold when I read, yet I become too hot (and lose my reading light) if I completely submerge myself under a blanket. Pete was perceptive about my quandary (he mainly deduced it because I said about 5 times a day, "I wish I had some blanket device to warm my arms while I read.") and invested in my latest warmth-giving product: a slanket. A slanket, if you could not deduce this, is a blanket with sleeves. It looks like this:



Peter says that I am going to look like an insane monk. I say that will only add to the appeal. However, it appears that there is an even more extreme heating product out there: the selk bag. It combines the thickness of a sleeping bag with the form of a jumpsuit. I think I'm in love.