Head Over Heels
The snow was going to turn the following morning’s rush hour commute into a sloppy mess. Brian stood looking out the window, down at the street four storeys below. The radiators in his apartment always seemed to have only two settings, stone cold and slow broil. The temperature outside had fallen swiftly enough that evening that the current status was the first category. Undoubtedly, by morning, they would have switched on and he’d be cracking the window to temper the heat build-up. In the meantime, a flannel shirt and a pair of heavy sweatpants were holding the chill at bay.
He returned to sit at the desk in the den to continue hacking away via AutoCAD at the blueprint that was due at the end of the week. The architecture firm he worked for kept a variety of projects goi
