With colder days, the heating of car seats (and the bed) is back on the menu. I think the external heat enveloping almost my whole body triggers some primal genetic memory. On one hand, it feels so wrong to be clothed and not embracing it unobstructed; on the other, it feels so good to be caressed by the warm glow. Hmm, maybe it's one and the same hand. Anyway-life’s unfair, because apparently I still can’t drive naked.