On being too warm
Yesterday the early arrivals at the office discovered that the A/C unit that covers the zone where my office is located had died. Things weren't too bad (assisted by the 1-1/2 hour all-hands staff meeting, held in another zone) until mid-afternoon. Around 3, with the temp in my office at 83°F, I told my supervisor I'd be working from home for the rest of the day.
Fish, however, decided that I had arrived to provide him with companionship. When I wouldn't let him settle on the mouse pad with a paw over my wrist, he moved to lie in front of the keyboard with his head over my right arm, tail over the left, and feet pushing gently against my chest. Purring.
He was very lovable, but it didn't really make for productive working conditions. Or for much cooler ones than the office with a malfunctioning A/C. He's a solid 16 pound, furry, radiant heater.
Fish, however, decided that I had arrived to provide him with companionship. When I wouldn't let him settle on the mouse pad with a paw over my wrist, he moved to lie in front of the keyboard with his head over my right arm, tail over the left, and feet pushing gently against my chest. Purring.
He was very lovable, but it didn't really make for productive working conditions. Or for much cooler ones than the office with a malfunctioning A/C. He's a solid 16 pound, furry, radiant heater.