Paula had actually brought in 3 electric heaters, which would have made quite a difference, if running more than one of them hadn't done such a reliable job of blowing the circuit breakers in half the building. She's also doing her best to get someone in to repair the old gas heater again.
I guess there's extra pressure when you're freezing with the rest of us.
The rotation stayed relatively small all night - in fact I ran 7 rounds before closing somewhere around 1:45am. This at least meant that people got to sing, which is a good thing.
I managed to close down, talk to Paula, and get out of there by 2:30pm, then went and decompressed at the Mini Gourmet. I knew they at least had something resembling soup (Carrows is frequently out). Then home, and a lot more sleep.
Of the various things I've needed to get done today, I've managed, umm, let me think, oh yeah: none. Complete and utter veg. I'm not feeling particularly like I might be sick, anymore, but I do seem to want to sleep all the time.
Things could certainly be worse. I'll hopefully be getting myself up up soon, so I can prep something for intrusting's party tonight.