Hot News Flash!

The Sheep is trying very hard to revel in the joys that come with maturity. And she is trying equally hard to not blog about it when those joys become less than...well...joyful.

But, I am stumped here. Truly flummoxed. Baffled, if you will. Just when I think I'm getting handle on the whole thing, the process takes a weird turn. You think you've found a creative way to use the random quirks and you're reminded once again that you're just not the one in control at this juncture.

I spent the end of the work week and a good part of the weekend flinging open windows and allowing the frosty winds to billow about me in an attempt to cool the raging hormonal fires. I mopped my brow and pondered the feasibility of wearing a tube top and hot pants to work. I'm barely into my forties, for crying out loud! How the heck did this happen?????

I arrived at school this morning to find my classroom unheated and with the overhead fans a' blowing. It was chilly enough that I wondered if little white flakes might begin gently sifting down from the light fixtures.

And I rejoiced.

For I, The Sheep, am the master of warmth. I can independently generate enough internal heat that I will weather this meat locker that is my teaching environment. I will survive! Take that all you young hormonally balanced types!!!

Do you think I could muster up so much as a blip on the hot flash radar? Was there even a twinkle of perspiration upon my furrowed brow?

There was not. I shivered, I quaked, I rubbed my frost-bitten fingers together and tried to generate a hormonal onslaught through sheer force of will. I got nuthin'. Zip. There is no winning this game.

So, The Sheep has made the executive decision to cast aside all holiday knitting and focus on socks and handwarmers. And I'm going to invent a nose-warmer. You know, a little something that I can perch on the tip of my snout to keep the chill away from that over-exposed piece of sheep-flesh. Seriously...that room was freakin' cold! And last year's staff assure me that it will get no better.

Speaking of the classroom, I've got a busy week ahead what with parent/teacher conferences and the nose-warmer inventing. I may be a bit spotty on the blogging and commenting but will make every effort to keep up with you all.

Who else is gonna listen to me at this point? I'm a temperature challenged Sheep who wishes to sport a nose-warmer.

SA