I’ve been working in my office all day, and I’m quite cold. I just got an e-mail from Michelle saying she was going to go swimming because it was 92F, and its expected to reach 100F tomorrow. I was quite startled at this news, because my fingers, hands, and arms were numb from chill. I promptly went outside and sat on the concrete, where I was quickly heated like a rattlesnake.
Now I’m sitting back down to work, and I can feel the cold the cold return as my warm clothes radiate their remaining heat. Everyone in the library had a small heater/fan because it was so cold, but the fire marshall said we had to turn them in. I guess warm hands are the devil’s workshop or whatever.
hey andy. i just read an article on the history of beer and thought you might be interested in it … http://www.americanheritage.com/AMHER/2002/03/beer.shtml
I’m going on strike in the fall if I can’t have another heater.
That’s a great article. It answered my nagging questions about lager vs. ale in the US.