There is no greater pleasure than a warm bed in a cold room. So mark the night of Nov. 5-6 as my first use of the electric blanket this fall – a small milepost in the cycle of seasons, but big for me.

I’ve always preferred a cold bedroom. As a teen, I irritated Mom by sleeping with windows open, often possible in mild Pacific Northwest winters.

A move to frigid Nebraska and then marriage tested my approach. But I resisted electric blankets.

“I’m no winter wuss,” I declared. “No buzzing wires atop my bed.”

My wife remonstrated, repeatedly: “They don’t buzz, you ding-dong!”

So we compromised. I gave up open windows. She added another plain blanket to the bed.

Then we bought a used car, and to our surprise it had heated seats. And let me tell you, heated car seats are a gateway drug to electric blankets. My shivering wife soon got one for Christmas.

Now, a decade on, I continue to sacrifice each fall and winter. For her, of course.

Turn down that thermostat. Dial up the blanket.

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