March #SOLC15 Day 11
I get hot. I don’t get cold.
This has been coming on for many years now.
I suppose I am at that age. You know. Where things start to change.
Everyone knows that the warmest covering I need in the dead of winter is my scarf. I just don’t get cold. I get hot.
My friend and I (who are in the same age bracket, if you get what I mean…) (she’s hot, too) stay in hotels in the area a couple times a month when we have consultants working with our districts. We bring a fan with us every single time. People stop and stare. I know they’re thinking… Is she carrying a fan into her hotel room? Is that a fan??? Sometimes they’ll come out and ask me, “Do you have a fan and are you using that in your room?” I really just want to shout it out – Yes! I have a fan! I know it’s January! I know it’s 15 degrees below zero and there is snow on the ground! I. Get. Hot.
Today I was in multiple meetings with various people and I felt myself getting hotter and hotter. “Is it me?” I would ask them as this red hot sensation was beginning to overtake my entire body -from my toes to my beet red face. I started fanning myself with the nearest piece of paper – one that was sure to be able to stand up to the swift movement back and forth needed to create cool air. My colleagues in these meeting – they were all younger than me. They were wearing sweaters. They weren’t hot. I was.
Finally. Back in my office. Ahhhhh. It’s nice and cold with the window opened and the ceiling fan twirling round and around. Some have called it a meat locker. I wouldn’t go that far. But then again….I don’t ever get cold. I get hot.