We lost our heat this week for one night, which was one night too many. Apparently Brenna does not do cold, and she did not hold back from letting us know that. B.O.B. Bob and I spent a very chilly night shivering under a mountain of covers, with an electric throw over top of everything, and Brenna smack dab in between our shoulders prohibiting any movement on our parts. She muttered all through the night as if she was seriously dying from the dropping temperature. I think Lady Brenna took it harder than either of us did, and that’s saying something on a negative-degree evening.
