Every year I go through a dire transition. As the days of summer time begin to fade, the days get shorter plus darker, plus the air temperature begins to decrease with each passing day, I begin a true metamorphosis into a brand new, cold creature. It starts with a cool breeze passing by when I open the door in the morning, or maybe a cold chill when I wake up in the morning plus assess the air conditions outside of my thick, moderate blankets. Suddenly, my perspective changes. My body plus brain begin to settle into an untypical pattern of continual layering plus snuggling. My outlook becomes sad, nervous, plus bored. And my wardrobe changes immediately, from short sleeved band shirts plus jeans to more than 2 jackets plus thick tights hidden under my pants. This was exactly how my day began this week, in fact. There was a cool breeze from the drafty window behind me as I opened my eyup this morning, setting the tone for an immediate transition into wool jackets plus long underwear. As I headed into work, I confidently congratulated myself on my excellent judgement plus protection from the terrible weather. When I reached my work, though, it wasn’t long before I became aware of a new fact. The office where I work is severely moderate when the heat is turned on. It dawned on me in that moment that I had not worked in the building last winter, when the central heating idea was running each day. I had no clue how moderate the office would be when I dressed for the coming arctic storm, plus now I was suffocating as my body warm. As I settled into the sweatiest day of my life, I wondered if I was possibly too dramatic about the season change.