I originally got up because I was now too hot and had tossed off all the blankets, thus cuing Sadie to come and snuffle me up so she could go outside. So I can easily go from too cold to too hot. Great.
Hurting, in the "I haven't been up on the ladder for many months" sense, and I spent hours on the damn thing today. Extension ladder, too, twisted around in all sorts of uncomfortable positions. Yes I know it's my own damn fault, but it's my journal and I get to whine.
Gonna try bed again. Dog is there now, beckoning to me with puppy eyes.