Screw the weather, seriously.
Last night, my google weather widget said it would be really, really cold today and that there would be a whole lot of freezing rain and sleet this morning. I trusted in my google weather widget, so this morning, I bundled up hard-core. Snow boots, thick socks, thick coat, scarf, the whole nine yards. Then I trundle to the elevators, go down to the first floor and stare outside. It is, indeed, raining. I shivered mentally and headed for the doors. I opened the first set of them and winced my eyes, readying myself for the obviously-heavy winds, and when I opened the doors, I got blasted in the face with 59-degree weather.
I sweated my ass off on the way into work and was generally an uphappy camper.
I sweated my ass off on the way into work and was generally an uphappy camper.