Dalton and Grace

This was an epic confrontation as two worthy combatants vied for the ultimate prize. The game was high drama, a tactical tussle for only the swift, the agile, and the fearless. In the end, one side basked in the glow of a goal achieved and the bragging rights that go with it. For the other side, there was only the quiet pain of what might have been and of having come so close to the brass ring. Super Bowl? No, I’m talking about the contest each evening in the Williams’ household for control of the thermostat! My lovely wife, Grace, likes the temperature set at a level she calls “comfy.” I find her preferred setting a tad above the comfy level—frankly, closer to “parboil.” On the other hand, I tend to like things on the cooler side, sort of in the “brisk and invigorating” range. Grace, of course, describes my preference as “meat locker.”