because of a sweater

I may be the only female who has nodded off watching the newly-released Downton Abbey.

And it's all because of a sweater. 

In spite of the blistering heat we still are enduring 

(yes, that's the best word--enduring), the contrasting air conditioning inside 

buildings can actually feel too cold for me. Thus a sweater comes along to church, 

movies, and other places where I may sit awhile. 

We viewed the film with a group of my sister's and her hubby's friends while 

we were visiting them.  I never dreamed I'd fall asleep, as I often am known to do, 

since I was sitting next to people I don't know that well. 

And certainly not at the long-awaited Downton Abbey.

I tried leaning forward in my seat. But eventually I sat back for more comfort 

and tossed my sweater over my front like a blanket since I was cold. 

I started to get warm and cozy. That's all it took.

I don't think I missed much, but I did miss the royals' arrival. 

I can't believe it.  (I hope I'll see it again.)

It was so enjoyable, for the most part. And, my, "how the children have grown." 

It nicely tidied up a few story lines, but left us with some new questions.  

So maybe ....

Note to self: next time leave sweater home and plan to chill.

(Photo: Jefferson Davis' last home.)