Hokay. So. Context:
I live in Florida.
Here in Florida, widespread panic ensues when the temperature outdoors drops to 70 degrees or below, and heating systems statewide creak into action after nine months dormant.
Unless you're my MIL. She turns the heat on full-blast when it reaches 75.
Anyway, so the people here are sissies. I love it when it's about 65 outside. I can layer on some sweaters and walk outside and enjoy being outdoors, unlike when it's 95 in the shade and I have sweat pouring off my face while wearing no makeup, a tank top, and shorts (that's the other nine months of the year). I seriously love this weather, and I'd love to have an actual fall and spring with winter in the middle, as opposed to lots of summer with fall and spring sort of squished together in the middle of it.
Sixty-five degrees outside is NOT the same as 65 degrees inside, however. I'm happily dressed today in a sweater, jeans, and a jacket, but my fingers are turning blue while I'm typing in the library. It's freezing in here. I'm not under an air vent or anything, it's just bloody cold.
My question to the library staff is this:
Is the heat broken? Seriously. The first cold front we had sent everyone scurrying to adjust the thermostat and half the students, faculty, and staff rushed for scarves. I didn't realize they sold scarves in Florida until I was 19. But really now, it's about five degrees cooler than it was a couple weeks ago and the heat is decidedly not on.
My question to you readers at home (or at work, at the gym, or wherever you are) is this:
Why is it nice outside at 65, and soul-leechingly cold inside at the same temperature?