Every year I go through a extreme 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 day, or maybe a cold chill when I wake up in the day and assess the air conditions outside of our thick, warm blankets. Suddenly, our perspective changes. My body and brain begin to settle into an untypical 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 several jackets and thick tights hidden under our pants. This was exactly how our day began this week, in fact. There was a cool breeze from the drafty window behind myself and others as I opened our eyeah this day, 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 awful weather. When I reached our work, though, it wasn’t long before I became aware of a current fact. The office where I job is extremely warm when the heat is turned on. It dawned on myself and others in that moment that I had not worked in the building last Winter season, when the central heating method was running each day. I had no clue how tepid 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.