I was cold last night. In fact, I haven’t been this cold since I slept on that block of ice called an Aerobed the last time I was in Minnesota. But the Nordic Warrior Queen was toasty warm. I’m glad for that, at least. If you take a look at the pictures up above, you’ll understand why. She’s the one with all the covers. They weren’t that way when we went to bed, I’m pretty sure of that. And according to her, she doesn’t steal the covers, so I’m guessing someone must have sneaked into our room last night and pulled all the bedding to her side. Scary. The good news is that her little dog, sensing my distress, crawled into bed with me shortly before I slipped into hypothermic coma, and kept me from freezing. If it weren’t for her, I’d surely be dead.