A warm winter's day
It took me until nearly 3:30 this afternoon to fully realize that it is 65 degrees outside, the warmest January 5th on record in the state, and that the very large heater that sits five feet away from my desk at work has been on full blast all day. After about three hours of sweating, turning red, and beginning to feel faint, it suddenly dawned on me that it might be a good idea to shut the heater off and open the window just a crack.
Sure enough, the auto temperature reading on the blast furnace was reading 82 degrees when I went to shut it off. Of course, now there will probably be some kind of interoffice memo kindly reminding all employees not to touch the thermostat at any time between the months of October and April, unseasonably balmy winter weather be damned.
Sure enough, the auto temperature reading on the blast furnace was reading 82 degrees when I went to shut it off. Of course, now there will probably be some kind of interoffice memo kindly reminding all employees not to touch the thermostat at any time between the months of October and April, unseasonably balmy winter weather be damned.