It’s called hot coffee…drink it! Or maybe you could get one of those obnoxious exercise ball chair thingies, get your blood flowing a little. Treadmill desk?
I remember another story in the news about a guy scorching his balls, but a quick search doesn’t turn it up. There’s a fine line between “toasty” and “toast”!
Indeed. It looks like something you may find in Cosmopolitan.
Actually, I am really worried. Seems it will get down to 8 degrees. Gotta figure out a safe way of keeping the kittens warm…without burning down the place. These are the days I wished I lived in a newer home, one with an updated electrical system.
With a modern Kerosene heater it’s not an issue unless you’re deliberately shoving paper into the innards and even then it will auto shut down. Stick an oil filled radiator under your desk if you’re that concerned and that cold.
Looks pretty cozy to me…all you need is a couple of tuna-powered purring heaters and you’re set! Sun, sun, sun…I’m beginning to think Icon must have S.A.D. or something.
Problem with the tuna powered heaters is that they do not want to get up in the morning. Every morning, I must shake them off like bread crumbs to the floor in order to make the bed. Dog is worse. Dog digs in.