I curled up, blankets cocooned around me and teeth chattering. Begging for more blanket and snugglier socks. I'm sure that the blue hue of my skin contrasted nicely with my pink pajamas. After about two hours of watching me suffer, he says, offhandedly, "Well, I guess I'll go turn off the air conditioning now."

The AIR CONDITIONING?!? Was he SERIOUS? In FEBRUARY??? I know for almost a fact that they have winter in the land he hails from, this Connecticutian with no regard for the comfort level of others in the room. Our chaplain's wife told us of an elderly married couple she knows who each have their own house, living perfectly in harmony, separately.

And it's beginning to make sense to me.