The high today is still in the triple digits, but I’m wearing a sweater, because it is Freaking. Cold. in my office. There is a thermostat on the wall, but it serves no purpose except to taunt me–the actual temperature control is located in a neighboring office (which is, oddly enough, not nearly as frigid as mine). I have to pause from typing and blow on my fingers now & then.

You might wonder why I don’t call in a maintenance request. I used to, but I gave up. They’ve come to check on it numerous times over the past, oh, seven years that I’ve been in this office suite, but it seldom changes longer than a day or so. Then, it’s back to being cold again.

I am fully aware of what a whiny first-world problem this is. I should be thankful to have air conditioning. As I was grumbling to myself earlier (I’m the only one in the office today, so it’s ok to talk to myself), I was humbly reminded of a prayer request that I offered up last night. I came home from the grocery store and thought maybe I was just flushed from unloading the car, because it felt warm. 😦 We’ve had problems with our a/c again this year; if memory serves, the HVAC folks have been out three times. I stood in the hallway with my hand on the thermostat and prayed: “Lord, I know that it isn’t a huge thing in the grand scheme of the universe and there are bigger problems right now, but it would mean a lot to me if you would fix this a/c and spare me the expense, time and stress of having to deal with it again.”

I woke up in the middle of the night CHILLY! It was blissful. I said a thank-you prayer and then got to my office and complained about how cold it was. Sheesh – I think God must be shaking his head at me. He graciously answers my prayer at home, and then I am a total ingrate at work.

So, I hereby end my mumbling and grumbling about my frigid office and choose to be thankful. And, tomorrow, I’ll try to remember to bring gloves. 😉