About two hours ago – right after I booked my movers – I realized that I was really cold. I went to check my thermostat and it said 75. I am a spoiled Floridian and even I know that 75 isn’t cold. (65 is cold). I put on socks and a sweatshirt and I was still cold. Two hours later, I’m sweating my ass off. It’s still 75 degrees in here. 75 degrees is not hot.
It is almost as if my body decided now that I have accomplished most of the things I needed to do it was okay to get sick. Aargh.