Heater Junkie

I think I'm addicted to the heater under my desk.

I'm one of those people who would prefer not to be colder than necessary. You might think that's odd, since I love Utah's cold, snowy winters, but the point is that then I can plan to wear a heavy coat, gloves, scarf, hat (well, probably not a hat, since "hat hair" looks particularly bad combined with the crazy curly hair), earmuffs, or whatever. In fact, I normally wear more than I probably need to. I'm always flabbergasted by people who walk around in hoodies in 45 degree weather. Granted, I don't think I wore long pants to school more than 5 times one year in Junior High, something I've always been proud of, but that was a loooooooong time ago.

Much as I love the snow, I am always excited when spring and summer come and I get to wear skirts and capris -- it's like re-discovering a whole new wardrobe! Yes, we've had an obnoxiously cold season so far, but I'm confident it's bound to warm up. At least, I hope so. I tend to get sick every time the weather changes.

During my mission, I had the experience of tracting in weathers ranging from wet snow to a blasting 112 degree sun (yep, there are places in Arizona that get snow, such as the south rim of the Grand Canyon. I served there in the winter, and north Phoenix in the summer. I assume the Lord knew what He was doing). I learned that I would much, much rather tract in the heat than snow. Slogging through the slush being soaked through and frozen and then having people say "No thanks, but keep warm!" and close the door in our faces was miserable. Not to mention ironic; the best way for us to warm up would have been to let us inside to thaw! Talk about adding insult to injury.

Meanwhile, back to the heater: It's a little depressing to have to wear sweaters and socks during the summer, when it is (well, sometimes) so lovely outside, but the temperature in the office is consistently cold. And, of course, I have an air vent just over my head with always seems to be blowing.

During this past winter, I got so cold I wore gloves a couple of days to type. Beth, my manager, noticed the gloves and offered to loan me her little personal heater... bliss!! I don't know why heating my feet helps my hands, but somehow it does. Beth insisted that she didn't need it, and though I was happy to give it to Wendi when she needed it, anytime I could use that heater, I did.

Then, at Christmas Beth gave me a heater of my very own! I laughed when I opened it -- Beth is so cool.

So, turning on my heater is now pretty much part of my routine when I come in the office in the morning, even if I'm not particularly cold. It just feels good to have the heat blasting onto me. I also like the calming little whirring sound it makes. The only drawback is that the heat totally kills my change-color-in-the-sun nail polish, which the heater in my bedroom does not for some reason. But, I'm over it. The sun color is usually more interesting anyway.

Huh. I just wrote a huge post about the weather. I would have been so good at conversation in the 19th Century!