I tend to be cold. When my husband is stripped down to shorts, pushing me away because my body heat is making him sweat, I’m nearly shivering in a sweatshirt, huddled under blankets. I’ve warmed up a bit since I started backpacking, especially when I’m out there, working hard and breaking a sweat. But at home (and at work, where they air condition the spaces extra cool), I get chilly.
Sometimes I solve this with layers of clothing. Others with hot tea or a quick set of calisthenics. But the best and most reliable solution is actually writing.
For some reason I have yet to figure out, sitting at my desk and writing always warms me up. If I’m already a comfortable temperature, it won’t be long before I’m sweating. If I’m bundled up in a sweatshirt, it won’t be long before I tear it off. This phenomena cannot be explained by the heat of my laptop alone. There has to be more to it.
It is nearer the window than the couch where I sit with my husband, but not that much nearer. And in the winter, that should make it colder. Except we usually set up a heater near the window to counteract that. Okay, in the winter it makes sense I’d get hot, with the heater and all. But not in the summer or spring or fall.
Writing doesn’t make me tense or stressed. There’s really no reason to become heated. But I do.
I guess the only way to find out if it’s the writing or the position is to move things around, but there’s really not room in our studio apartment for much rearrangement. We haven’t rearranged any furniture since we moved in. There’s just room enough for everything to stay in its place.
The mystery shall remain. I really should start using it to my advantage more often though.
Too cold? Time to write!