1. For a variety of reasons, have the thermostat set at 57 degrees through about four or five winters in one's home.
2. Develop Reynaud's Syndrome, so that the longer digits on one's right hand turn a deathly, pasty, waxy white while sitting in one's office, which is surrounded on three sides by brick and drafty ninety-year-old windows, with no insulation above and garage below.
3. Go into hock to get the damn heat pump replaced.
4. Turn thermostat to 68 degrees.
5. Puzzle through about half an hour of not knowing how to respond to the climate change without weeping.
6. Get over it, and get back to the production line. Too bad the line is suffering temporary difficulties because the current project is a complete nightmare.
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