If you can't take the heat, get into the office

Before I go off on my whiny tangent with regards to temperature fluctuations, let me just say that I am immensely grateful to a gentleman named Willis Haviland Carrier and his "Apparatus for Treating Air." Now where was I? Oh yes...temperature fluctuations...

Up until the past week or two, it's been a relatively cool and very wet summer here in New England. But we knew those cool temperatures couldn't last long and it was just a matter of time before the heat and horrid humidity made its presence known. It wouldn't be summer in New England without a few days of 90° heat and here we are - right smack in the middle of yet another heat wave.

So why am I sitting here wearing a sweater while my toes are tucked inside a blanket that sits on a box under my desk? No, I am not sick. I am merely cold. Apparently this brand spanking new, super-energy-efficient, solar-powered, so-green-it'll-make-you-puke building that I call home for 8 out of 24 hours in the day is freezing me to death. And the thermostat in the hallway is so in on the prank it isn't funny. There's no way it's 73° in here. It feels more like 63°. Hence my dilemma.

In the morning, I try to dress according to the outside weather. Well I think that's going to have to stop. Dressing for all of the 30 seconds that I'm outside getting into my car in the morning followed by the 2 minute walk into the building is not enough "weather" to dress for. And that's including the 40 minute ride in the car which usually involves the AC anyway. No, I need to start dressing according to the building weather. Forget cute sandals, I'm ready to pull out my wool socks here. And why bother wearing short sleeved shirts when I just end up covering them up with sweaters everyday? It might as well be winter year-round in this joint. Oh wait - that's not possible. Cause in the winter it's usually hot enough in here to toast bread on your desk.

Yeah - and they say it's the Earth whose climate is all messed up!