I flip in the summer, but not in the winter.
I just wish I could figure out a way to pull the covers over my head, get all warm and snuggly, and still be able to breathe. After a few minutes, I feel like I'm smothering and have to poke at least my face out of the covers.
Q: How many poets does it take to change a light bulb? A: 1001...one to change the bulb, 1000 to say it's already been done.