I've noticed that people tend to embrace fall with either a joyous exclamation of "I get to wear my lovely sweaters!" or grumbles of disapproval about the cold. I'm not quite either, but much closer to the lovely sweater side of the spectrum. Ellie is on the grumbling side, and it makes for some rather amusing moments.
Saturday was the first day that we have had to scrape the ice off of the windsheild. As I got into the car, and she got out, I chuckled a "Oh, you have to scrape the ice? Exciting!" She wasn't particularly pleased with me.
There have been days where the heater will be on and I would far rather do without the heat and the noise, but will leave it on for her. At times I think she may be cold blooded.
At night time though, we switch parts. I always seem to freeze at night when she is fine. My bed is piled high with blankets, whereas she has only added one small lap quilt to her summer covers.
We have similarly opposed reactions to the end of daylight savings time. I love the fact that you get to sleep in, and that you can sleep in half an hour, and still wake up half an hour early. She bemoans the fact we now come home from work in the dark (or will very soon). I suppose this means that I value sleep above sunshine.
This morning was mildly annoying though. My internal clock has finally switched over to the time we get up for school (6 a.m.), taking three months to do so instead of the usual one week (probably due to the move, and stress of a new job, etc.). Then, right after I start waking up naturally around 5:50, the time changes. I woke up at 4:30 this morning, dozed on and off until about 5:20, and then was finally able to sleep until 6, when the alarm went off. Ugh.