This is the season of my dressing wrongly.
Summer is easy: It will be hot and humid. I wear sleeveless or short-sleeved things and keep a pair of shorts handy for throwing on as quickly as I can walk in the door from work and shed my slacks. Winter's pretty easy too. I wear the same styles, except with longer sleeves, and more of them on any given day. And of course, the down coat is a daily given in real winter weather.
This morning when I was getting dressed, it was coolish, but humid. I put on a tank top and a sleeveless shirt with my slacks. Walked out the door: Perfect. Sometime during the middle of the day the temperature went down and humidity increased. By the time I got home I was thinking of hunting down a jacket before the dogs and I headed out for After Work Wander. The dogs weren't happy with the wind and the "63*F, feels like 59*F" (that's 15*C for the rest of you all over the world) either; it was a short Wander.
And that's just the outdoor weather.
In the morning, Jane's office is stuffy and warm. We could incubate hens' eggs in there without a light bulb. Occasionally she turns on the air conditioning and just as I stop mopping the sweat from my hairline, she begins to shiver like a chihuahua and turns it off again. In the afternoons, I have a little more control over the room temperature, but the a/c units are on the other side of the office, and blow directly onto my coworkers' desks. If the temperature's set for June Comfort, Paul and Aaron begin to lose sensation in their fingertips, so I try to go easy on them. I leave the temperature a little higher than I would like and I turn a fan on myself. Having come from the hotbox that is Jane's office, I usually give myself a stiff neck from the breeze, but the rest of my body's comfortable. I think the solution might be a wool muffler around my neck and my bare arms waving in the breeze.
When I left the office this afternoon, I left the a/c on because we'll have a meeting there this evening. I'll turn it off as soon as I get back there, and we should all be equally uncomfortable for the duration of the gathering. I'd better get out a jacket so I will be able to bear the dark and rainy 53* that will greet me when I head home again.
I need to move somewhere where the temperature is always 77*, dropping to 63* overnight. All the windows would be open, at least a little bit, all the time, and there would always be just a slight breeze. And I'd like the sun to stay up until I will it into setting. That would be perfect.
Not so very much to ask, is it?
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