Nope...I'm turning the world upside down. That is a glorious and unexpected delight! Usually I walk into hotel rooms and the thermostat is set at some ungodly temperature that starts with a 7. Awful. Miserable. This shall not stand!

As all right-thinking Americans know, the best temperature for sleeping is cold. Very cold. Hang meat for aging cold.

But for some reason, hotels seem to think that their guests are best served by walking into their rooms and confusing them with the sauna. But not this hotel! I walked into my room and it was a crisp 63 degrees, and who am I to change that!

I might have been a bit chilly!

[Don't worry; the regularly scheduled First-World Problem will return next week.]