Be Careful what you Ask for
The temperature in my office soared to a crazy 80.6 degrees after hovering around 61 degrees for weeks. This, after it was fixed, and fixed a bit too well, if you ask me. Still, I'd rather work in the 80s than the 60s. I couldn't really type with cold hands, but in this heat, I am all limber, but craving a piña colada and wondering where my sandals are.
After leaving my office door open, and permitting some of the heat to flow out, it drops a bit, but it is still a bit too hot. I'd hate to complain, and be thrust back into the ice age.
On the downside, the high temperatures force me to remember to put my lunch in the fridge, something I normally forgot to do, but with such cool temperatures, it mattered not.
Oh, and I think (as I crack a yawn) that the warm temps are causing me to tire more quickly that when it was cold. I need to create space under my desk to sleep, like George Costanza. That would be sweet.