The Weather at Work - An Update
Dec. 16th, 2008 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
When I checked the weather widget for Kent this morning, it was 17º. The predicted high for Seattle is somewhere in the twenties. Happily, the HVAC tech was by this morning to check our gear, and found that one of the thermal sensors in the roof/ceiling was reading the inside temperature (somewhere in the 50s) as the outside temperature, and deciding the heat didn't need to be on. Supposedly this gizmo has been re-set and the heat will come up as the day goes by. We'll see. So far it's 63º.
At least today I'm better prepared. In addition to silk thermals, I'm wearing fully lined wool pants, wool socks, a silk turtleneck, a silk knit sweater, and a wool sweater. Last night I unpacked all my pashmina (cashmere) shawl scarves and this morning I wore one to work so that I can fold it up and drape it across my knees at need. And my office-mate Susanna has promised to teach me to knit so I can make my own fingerless gloves. If it gets too bad I can always pile into the Volvo and drive somewhere for lunch. The Volvo has scary-effective heat.
So I'll survive the indoor weather somehow. I guess it's sorta Christmassy, really, to be able to have all this fellow-feeling for Bob Cratchit in my Dickensian workplace, wishing for another half-coal to toss on the Xerox for warmth.
At least today I'm better prepared. In addition to silk thermals, I'm wearing fully lined wool pants, wool socks, a silk turtleneck, a silk knit sweater, and a wool sweater. Last night I unpacked all my pashmina (cashmere) shawl scarves and this morning I wore one to work so that I can fold it up and drape it across my knees at need. And my office-mate Susanna has promised to teach me to knit so I can make my own fingerless gloves. If it gets too bad I can always pile into the Volvo and drive somewhere for lunch. The Volvo has scary-effective heat.
So I'll survive the indoor weather somehow. I guess it's sorta Christmassy, really, to be able to have all this fellow-feeling for Bob Cratchit in my Dickensian workplace, wishing for another half-coal to toss on the Xerox for warmth.