So cold. So very, very cold.
The office at work is freezing. I'm downing hot tea, wearing my coat and gloves, and I still can't get warm. I haven't turned on the space heater under my desk yet, 'cause it always dries out my contacts. And I can't edit if I can't see. But I'm nearing the point of not caring about my eyes anymore. Plus, I can't edit if I can't feel my fingers either.
I've never been good with the cold, even though I grew up in the Midwest, but after living in the South going on nine years now, I've gone totally and completely soft. Can't tolerate so much as a hint of chill in the air anymore. Wah!
When we go back to the Midwest for Christmas, every time we need to venture outside, I'm utterly miserable. More miserable even than I remember being when we lived there, and that was pretty miserable. Brrr. Never want to live in a northern clime again in my life!
Congrats on Galley Proofs!
In the past I resorted to wearing gloves with the finger tips cut off, a hat and a heating pad under my sweatshirt. It felt so good to slide cold my hands into my heating pad warmed sweatshirt pockets. Of course, there was the small matter of being plugged in when I stood up.
Thankfully, my new office is considerably warmer than the old. The cold weather gear is no longer needed.
It's much better today than it was yesterday, thank goodness. It's not that they keep the temperature egregiously cold at work all the time but that the central heating and A/C system are old and capricious. There were days in summer when I was freezing as well as ones where I was sweltering. Yesterday was particularly chilly for some reason! Blah.