Dear Weather:
As you may have noticed, I do not care for your recent change in personality. Please return to your cheery, pleasant self; between 75 and 80 degrees is perfect. In return, I will shake off the irritable, grouchy mood you’ve put me in. Otherwise, I will be forced to hibernate until Spring.
Sincerely,
Alverna
Ummm, right. So, it was 69 degrees at work today. I had goosebumps in places I didn’t know I could get goosebumps. Not cool.
Did I mention that I absolutely hate being cold? I hate it even more when I’m cold and wet. Ick, ick, ick. Today my feet got wet (during the afore mentioned freeze out). They–of course–stayed wet for the rest of the day. This was the most un-cool bit.
Somewhat unfortunately, I survived.
Then I came home. It was 64 degrees in my house. Again, not cool.
Tomorrow I plan to wear a tee shirt and a long-sleeve tee shirt under my scrubs. My first choice was to wear a fleece vest, but somehow fleece vest + scrubs = possible major sin of workplace dress standards.
Aspiring Alverna 
69 is WAY too cold for work! My house is something like 70 right now because it’s finally started to get a little chilly and I am sitting here all bundled up in a hoodie and furry socks. I don’t want Winter to come…it came stay fall forever though…