"Cold, But I'm Still Here"

It is one of those truly glorious days outside that make those of us living in this part of the country wonder why anyone would subject themselves to wet, cold, and snowy winters. While we watched the home town team toil through a near freezing monsoon in Philtydelphia last night, we awoke to a pleasant 65 degrees without a cloud in the sky. So why do I bring this up? Because it is 61 degrees in my office right now. Seriously, my colleague has a thermometer and it is 61 degrees! For someone who enjoys the heat associated with this part of the country, how is this not a hostile work environment? It got so cold that I did something so out of character, so reprehensible, that The Host may never speak to me again. I hopped my chilly butt in the Fusion and drove across the street to Starbucks for a coffee. It should be noted that this was not some ordinary, overpriced black coffee. No sir, this was a full on, Venti (that means big) Nancy Boy Deluxe! So now I am back in my office and less cold, but also kinda less of a man. I’m not sure how I feel about that trade off.