Saturday morning I got up early (for me) around 8:30 AM. We got none of the snow that was predicted for us. Louisville has some sort of snow protective bubble over it, causing even the largest of storms to go around it. I was so disappointed. I was all prepared to spend the weekend snuggled up in the house with the boys eating Cheetos, working jigsaw puzzles and watching CSI.

Anyway, my bedroom is a loft on the second floor. It is a long narrow room that is cold in the winter and hot in summer, but I really love the space. My second favorite part of the day is when I get out of bed into my chilly room and walk down the stairs. It is a weird sensation, the stairwell is cold until I reach the 5th step from the bottom and suddenly the temperature goes from 60 degrees to 80 degrees. (My favorite part of the day is when I come home from work and I read the note the dog sitter left about what the boys did while I was away.) This is what the stairwell looks like without and with lights.

Pasha will not go up these stairs, so after I come down I sit on the couch and talk to Pasha for a while about what he did while I was asleep. This morning while I was sitting there, I felt a cold gust of wind pass over me. The door upstairs was shut, all the windows closed, the heater was not blowing. I do not what it was but it was not scary. So a few minutes later I took this picture of Pasha and see the orb?