Thanks, everyone. Whenever I complain about the cold, she tells me it's because I'm "inactive" translation: fat. Whenever I complain about the hot, she tells me to close the vent in my bedroom- but if I do that, I will freeze because she's opening doors!

And Tomi, she doesn't just crack a window. She opens our front door and our sliding glass door all the way! And our appartment is tiny. Smaller than some people's living rooms. So that's a LOT of cold air in a little tiny place, and nowhere to go to escape it.

Two weeks...

If I don't survive it, Greg, call Guido and have him take care of her AND remove my frozen body from this computer chair ok? Thanks much.

Angela