Why Can't I Get Warm????

Damnit, it's not fair.

I move back to Florida to escape the winter. To get away from the sub-artic temperatures. To get away from the snow and that evil evil black ice.

So, what's going on now? It's like 43 degrees out! I'm freezing! This is nuts! It shouldn't be this cold in Florida! WTF???

To top it all of, I haven't been warm for one second since that first cold snap we had back a few weeks ago. I even think I'm colder than S. who shares the gazebo with us on morning break, which doesn't make sense, because I outweigh her by twice, at least!

Even inside my spider hole of a cubicle, it's freezing. I'm getting laughed at because I'm there in my nice cammie jacket, with the hood pulled tight around my head, my light jacket wrapped around my legs, and still shivering. I'm just waiting for a killer whale to bust out of the floor and Nanook the Eskimo to go chasing after it with a harpoon.

Yeah, it's that frickin cold at my desk.

There's little penguins dancing around my desk, frolicking in the prime winter air.

I try to beat it, and go into the horrible horrible bathroom, and hold my hands under the hot water until I can't take it anymore. I even go so far as to turn the tap on next to the sink I'm using, and blast the cold water out of that one. I've even been contemplating running into the stalls and flushing the toilets, in hopes that the water emerging from the tap will thaw my hands.

I'll hold my hands under the water until they are beet red and stingy.

Alas, they are icicles by the time I am back to my igloo desk.

Even here at home I'm freezing. Tonight was the first night that the heat kicked on. Oh, no. It's going to be a long long cold winter.

I'm starting to wonder if I have some sort of strange vitamin deficiency, which not even the One-A-Day is making up for.

My poor feet feel like they are in the beginning stages of frost bite.

Sincerely, I can't wait 'till July. Or August. Yeah, August will be even hotter.