Found My Remote Control ... Now, Where's My Shirt?

So soon after my previous blog post I found my remote.  It was on my bed, underneath my blanket, at a spot where I didn't think it would be.  Maybe if I laid in bed with my remote control in my left hand I could see how it got there, but that's it.

Now, for the past two mornings, I've woken up with my shirt off.  Since Thanksgiving I've worn my thermalware for the first time all season.  Also, I started drinking NyQuil before going to bed, and thank Buddha, that works.  It's knockout juice for me that I need right now as my nose is still runny and I'm generating so much snot that I'm having coughing fits all day.  Finally, since Thanksgiving night, I've turned on my heater in the hope that I can heat up my body so much my nose will stop running.  (That logic makes sense to me; I think that's how this running nose finally stops every winter.)  So I am quickly under because of the NyQuil, and my bedroom is a furnace, so I am guessing that my body is at that point so hot that I have to take my shirt off.

Problem is, I don't remember ever doing that.  I'm not saying I don't remember taking off my shirt the previous two days, but ever taking off my shirt under those conditions ever.  I don't know if the NyQuil is making me do things differently as I get older.  But to be honest, I am going to do the same thing again tonight and the next night and every night until I am free of my running snot.