Then there was no heat at work, or rather, no heat on the first (ground floor) and in the basement, but the basement has the kitchen and a super-efficient baseboard heater by the back door, so you couldn't tell. They may be able to get it fixed tomorrow. Or not. And if not, I don't have to work; and if I do, not till the end. Meanwhile I survived today, with its snow dump and sloppy streets and chiropractor too early and couple of shifts I really didn't want to do. I grow Zen-like about these things.
So tomorrow I may get the 7:30 wake-up call from She's sick can you be me? But for now I have a hot bath and my rocking chair and the belief that, for the first day in three, I can sleep in till my natural wake-up time. Which is very contented-making.