The current state of things.
The one-minute-dance-party initiative has been put into play in the EHS Department as needed. Room 738 might be as cold as the Ice Age, but all present have seen the shameless shaking of gay and hetero flesh in an effort to alleviate holiday and budgetary despair. Thank God for dance mixes. Three glasses of Chardonnay (the office Christmas lunch) later and I am ready for a nap.