I woke up and had to close the window. It’s 50 degrees F, which might not sound terribly cold, but factor in high humidity and winds up to 35 mph of the northerly variety, and it’s a right chilly April morning in south Alabama. Callie is cuddled up with me and it’s of mutual benefit.
Of course, I suspect that this tall, rangy fellow could put out a lot of heat. From the stage play early in Mr. A’s career, “Use Me as Your Cardigan.” Notice how he had already perfected that smouldering technique quite well.