Living in the frozen tundra as I do, I'm a huge fan of heat.
Ink, might the bone-invading cold be linked to holding still at your desk? I'm warmer if I get off my chair every 20 or 30 minutes and walk someplace, so long as it's not to get a cold beverage. When you're motionless for very long, your pulse slows, and I bet that makes you feel colder.
I just had an Unfuck-Your-Habitat moment. Too bad my camera's battery was dead. I decided I'd declutter the kitchen counters, which tend to amass stuff at the back edge and over the dishwasher, which sticks into the eat-in area. So I find a box of birthday candles--last birthday was in July, mind you--and I open the bottom drawer, which collects such things, and drop them in. Only it would not close. Something had fallen behind it, nudged backward by the stupid candles.
I wrangled the drawer out of there, and I can't believe how much stuff is mashed against the back of the cabinet. I get it out and realize no way this stuff can fit back in the drawer, so I empty the drawer, tidy it, and of course can't fit everything back in even neatly. I end up toting a small pile to the place where tools and workshop-ish things land, a larger pile to my study, and half a box to the donations stuff. Now the drawer closes and while packed really full, is organized.
Meanwhile, there a massive 2.5 feet of counter cleared in more than an hour's work. And that part wasn't all that bad in the first place.
Maryn, feeling like Sisyphus