Every year I go through a serious transition. As the days of Summer begin to fade, the days get shorter and darker, and 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 and assess the air conditions outside of our thick, moderate blankets. Suddenly, our perspective changes. My body and brain begin to settle into an unfamiliar pattern of continual layering and snuggling. My outlook becomes sad, nervous, and bored. And our wardrobe changes instantly, from short sleeved band shirts and jeans to multiple jackets and thick tights hidden under our pants. This was exactly how our day began today, in fact. There was a cool breeze from the drafty window behind me as I opened our eyes this morning, setting the tone for an immediate transition into wool jackets and long underwear. As I headed into work, I confidently congratulated myself on our excellent judgement and protection from the bad weather. When I reached our work, though, it wasn’t long before I became aware of a new fact. The office where I task is harshly 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 hot the office would be when I dressed for the coming arctic storm, and now I was suffocating as our body overheated. As I settled into the sweatiest day of our life, I wondered if I was possibly too dramatic about the season change.