
I wasn't entirely disappointed when it was time to turn in to find Sable had decided to turn in early. At eighty-five pounds, she makes a fine bed warmer. Lucy doesn't care to get in the bed anymore. Maybe it's those nappy-ass Martha Stewart sheets I got at Macy's? At any rate, I will finally admit that it is cold in southeast Texas and it feels good to have Sable warm the bed for me.