That was the temperature at Robert’s workplace today.
I brought the boys a box of Starbucks dark roast and two hot sandwiches. Robert insisted on giving me tip money to cover cost.
Later, I dropped off our little Duraflame electric heater and a pizza from Zoe’s.
Ron acted like a heartless asshole, giving me a hard time about “proving” that the store really was cold “because of (his) scientific background”. I informed him that the thermostat measured 48 degrees and the thermometer, 45. He argued that maybe the owner wants it cold. I told him there were already 3 space heaters in the store, but only one, which had been provided by no lesser personage than the store manager, was working.
Unbelievable how anyone can have so little feeling for a grandchild.
The tailgate had been frozen, but I managed to get it open eventually, so we were able to do a transfer station run.
Even changed sheets and did laundry, per usual Sunday routine.
Watched a Schwarzenegger film “Sabotage”.