COLD COLD COLD

I knew it was cold when I opened the garage door. I knew more intimately how cold it was when I was doing 20 and my toes were going numb.

I knew the cold in the marrow of my bones when my manager had a 2 hour meeting immediately after I got to work, and I was unable to escape the air conditioning vent in my cube, while wearing sweaty lycra.

This morning's shower makes me wonder if I should go to confessional. 15 minutes just enjoying hot water. Is that a sin?