It's been a bit chilly. Our flat does not have heat. And I've been spending hours on my final papers.  And finally Justin couldn't listen to me whine any more so he picked up a chair and set it in the kitchen next to the oven which I was occasionally walking in and warming my hands in front of.   Hands get cold roving about on the keyboard.  Gloves, if I had any, would negatively impact typing accuracy. 

Once in the kitchen I had only to reach over and open the oven for a blast of warmth. 

One more paper to go.