So says my temp gauge on my MacBook. I knew I woke up chilled this morning around 6, with the window having coming open more than the little crack I'd left when I went to bed. Vicki usually sleeps with another half-blanket on her side, so I scooted over and snuggled with her to warm up.
But with two pieces of pizza last night, the lactose intolerance had already kicked in and my nose started running like your outdoor faucet. By mid-day that should taper off, I hope.
Maybe I'll work from home this morning; the office is going to be really cold. No indoor heating or air condition around here. I did have a little heater cube at the office before it burned out.
Let's see, I've an editorial for FMag to write ...