I don't make it a habit of mine to carry a thermometer around, but I feel like if I did, I would have proof that they converted my office into a meat locker over the weekend. I swear I can see my breath right now, blow smoke rings with it if I wanted to, even though through my window I see birds melting when they touch down upon the pavement. My hands are a shade of blue usually reserved only for newer car models and paint jobs on Trading Spaces. If you need to get in touch with me for the next couple of days, please contact Temple Rodef Shalom's religious school and ask them to turn up the AC so I might have a chance to thaw.