There’s no heat in the office today. A radiator is leaking. No heat – none, zil, zip, nil, nothing. I feel like an ice cube with arms and my fingers are icicles…chubby ones; chubby little icicle fingers. I can see my breath. I’m using my jacket as a blanket. My car thermometer said it was 10 degrees on my way to work. I’m cold. No. I’m freezing.
It’s days like these that I wish I were a polar bear or a penguin. If I were a polar bear or a penguin I’d be like “YES, NO HEAT WAHOO – THIS IS MY IDEAL INTERNAL TEMPERATURE, THIS IS GREAT. JUST FANTASTIC. HELLLLOOOO MONDAY!”
But guess what? I’m not a polar bear and I am most certainly not a penguin.