My bedroom must be terrificly insulated, because I kick off the blankets during the night. I open the door in the morning, though, and the hallway is cold.
This is me. I'm in your fair state and it is freaking cold. The temp is supposed to be the same as Colorado, but maybe the office just doesn't believe in heat.
Nope, Tommy "All 50 states hit 32 degrees".
Even Hawaii. . . .
I Blame Snow Miser.
Or maybe Heat Miser is drunk and off the job again.
Cannot focus. Must focus. Deadline tomorrow. Must focus. Jeez, it's already 4pm. That "brief" doctor appointment took the whole day.
I suspect I am still hoarding all of the good day magic. Yes, it's fucking freezing here, but all of my PMs are doing what I ask, and I just got back from lunch with my childhood best friend (it was his birthday yesterday, too).
My furnace is waiting on a new motor; the repair guy had to go back to the shop to see if they had one in stock, but I'm losing hope for getting it sorted out today rather than tomorrow.
Even Hawaii?? Dang.
It can definitely feel way cold at 68 in my house. But also can feel perfectly fine. I don't know why.
Probably a combination of humidity and ghosts.
Like most things, really.