Well, I'm actually writing in pain. I can no longer feel the tips of my fingers. The desk thermometer tells me it is 50 degrees now, and that's inside the house. My little space heater is plugging away at the impossible task of trying to keep me warm. It's just running on high now, but not making much headway at all. I noticed it this morning when the same little heater ran all night long trying to keep it 70 here in my room. Generally, I can tell when it comes back on after being off for a little while, but last night, it ran pretty much the entire night. I stepped out to use the bathroom at 7am, and felt like I had opened the door to a meat locker. Now I'm on lunch break, wondering if that thermometer might drop below 50 before I head back to work.
We had a call today from a client in Texas, and one of my coworkers asked him what the temp was down there. He said, "It's cold here, it's 25." And our response was, "Really, well, it could be worse, it's 50 degrees colder here..." We could hear him kind of thinking and mumbling, well, that would make it -25. He then came back with a thundering, "AWESOME!" Not quite the word I would have used to describe it.
Well, it's going to have to be it for now. I'm losing feeling closer to my wrists now. It's not a good situation here....we are indeed going down....but not in flames, that would be far to convenient....and far to warm....
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