I haven’t been warm all day. I’m usually just fine in my button-down Oxford but today it’s failed me. Today I started out just a mark short of warm enough and somehow never managed to put enough coal on the grate to get the boilers up to full steam.

Whatever metaphor’s wrong with me today, I’m feeling as though it’s going to stick with me until bed time, when I can pull on sweat pants, bundle up in all the quilts I can lay my hands on and curl up in a fetal position until my internal regulator resets itself and I wake up in the morning just as warm as toast. Metaphor to the rescue!