I’m cold.  The thermostat’s set on 75, but I’m a girl.  In high school, this boy who liked me told me I was always cold because I was so skinny.  No meat on my bones he said.  Flattery!  More recently, a boy who liked me told me women are colder than men because they have more body fat and less muscle.   That was, ahem, less flattering.   I’m drinking hot water.  It’s not helping.

Last week I was fiendishly productive.  As previously discussed.  So far this week I’ve spent most of my workdays pondering a quick under desk nap.   I’d do it too, but I don’t have a blanket.

Maybe I can wrap up in those giant pants?