The vents are in the ceilings of the 2nd floor rooms, so my office, my lab, and the herbarium are all freakin' iceboxes. My fingers are so cold I can barely type this. It's the kind of cold that makes me want to curse about witches' tits and brass monkeys' balls, which is saying a lot.*
*I drove up to Killarney Lake to sample this weekend, as as I was coming down the road at 65 mph, a car on an intersecting street up ahead pulled up to a stop sign, rolled through it, watched me approach, and then PULLED OUT IN FRONT OF ME at the last possible second. I slammed on the brakes and laid on the horn. The car moseyed along at about 40 mph for the next mile, then SLAMMED on the brakes so I nearly rear-ended it, and pulled off into another driveway. And the best reciprocation I could come up with was to yell "YOU ARE A VERY BAD DRIVER!" at the top of my lungs, with the windows closed.
And, by the way, Bollywood has GONE TOO FAR.