The long of the John

Welcome to my Sunday world. Even though it’s fifty plus degrees outside, my apartment remains a lukewarm sixty-two degrees. Every night I turn the heat down to fifty-eight so I can sleep.

My sedentary existence is always covered in a blanket so I am constantly comfy. It’s only when the Wyoming wind howls through the edges of my doors that I need the genuine article–longjohns under my clothes! 😎

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