environmental controls
on brisk mornings you can step out of your nice warm house into the crisp clear cold air of nigh dawn. you can open your mouth really wide and slowly exhale a plume of steam that drifts away like a soul with gossamer wings. and the still beauty of the world hits you like, well, a cold winter morning. awe inspiring. it's still fall here. and not cold yet. i was having these thoughts in front of a urinal at work watching the steam rise from the err stream. the temperature is set way too goddam cold in this building.