It had been hot by mountain standards, although folks coming up from the flat lands were bringing reports of triple digit temperatures. The heat must have broken in the wee hours of the morning, because I woke up cold just as the earliest sunlight was brightening the curtains. Luckily I had a warm blanket at the food of my bed, and in my half sleep I juggled it over myself. There is something exquisite about being cold and then warm, about being able to go back to sleep as the morning creeps in.

This is the blanket Chile Lady gave me back when I briefly homesteaded in New Mexico.