Ceiling fan, and just me and the mutt. Who steals blankets. I wake up naked and freezing, dog wrapped in a bundle like a mutt-turban. Fling the dog off the bed and straighten out the blankets for the next round. Makes me wish the wife were home again, to slip next to when the temp drops, maybe generate a little of our own heat. Come home to me, love of my life, i miss you like crazy.