I woke up thinking I was so sore from dancing all night, but I was just frozen solid because my heater had snuffed out overnight. That left my thermostat at a toasty 55.
On my way to work, I stopped at the grocery store and used cash at the self-checkout. In my rush, I collected the coin change and forgot about the $10 in the slot by my knees. When I got to work and realized I was out $10, I hightailed it back to the store. By then, of course, it was gone. I asked an attendant if anyone had turned it in. She said she hadn't heard anything, and she smirked as if I was naive for even asking. "Whoever was behind you got it," she said with that reassuring Missouri bluntness. I'm not sure she even believed me.
Then I had a work load that can best be described as brutal, and all the cool breezes in the building didn't help.
After work, I got home to my apartment, which was now 54 degrees.
Oh, well. I'm still sexy.