The painters have been staining some fascia in the shop the last couple of days.  It stinks in here.  As in full-blown-headache-want-to-vomit STINKS.  But, I have to work.  I had an important conference call today and I can’t let the work pile up around me.  So, I have to be here.  But, I can’t stand the smell.  So, I have the shop doors open and the windows in the office open.  Ahhhh, I can breathe.

There’s only one problem.  It’s 22 degrees outside.  22 DEGREES.  My fingers are freezing.  The heater is running almost nonstop in here.  It’s COLD.  I did finally have to close the window in my office because I couldn’t stand it any longer but the window in the reception area is open.  Blech.