Toasty

Since I don’t work for the government, or one of those companies with a more liberal holiday policy, today is a work day for me. However, since I am fortunate enough to work for a company that allows me to work remotely, I am working from home today. If I can situate myself properly, I can actually get a ton of work done at home – it depends on multiple factors, though. Couch = bad. It’s too comfy, and I will inevitably doze off at some point. There’s nothing wrong with an occasional nap if you’re at home, but they’re best scheduled. Desk in the den = good. However, today = ass cold, so I’m compromising by sitting at the dining room table with a nice fire going in the fireplace. I’ve got Milo sitting up here with me, diligently making sure that I don’t get distracted. And to help me focus, he’s sitting right on the stack of papers that I need to work with – just so I don’t forget where they are. I’m also wearing fleece. Lots and lots and lots of fleece. Fleece yoga pants, fleece slippers over my socks, and a fleece pullover over the two long-sleeved t-shirts I’m wearing. And a fleece blanket. Our house is just old and drafty, with old windows that need to be replaced, and I’d be willing to bet that the insulation in the house is original. Which means that it’s not quite useless, but probably getting there fast.

So it’s a good thing that energy costs are so low these days, eh?

Riiiight.

I really don’t mind bundling up, though – because although our thermostat is set at 67, it lies. My fingernails don’t occasionally turn purple when it’s 67 degrees outside! So I came to the conclusion that layering and wearing warm clothes was preferable to selling my eggs in order to pay the gas bill. (We might need them one day, after all.)