The building manager must read my blog. That’s the only explanation I can come up with for this heat I feel coming from the vents.
After a month of complaining and one day of blog bitching, it’s finally fixed. Which really makes me regret the three pairs of socks I’m wearing, and the triple dose of cold medicine I took in expectation of ending up ill.
It’s probably short-lived, but I plan to enjoy every second of it. Sweet, sweet heat, how I love thee.