One-hundred word reviews - The day, 29 June 2010

Slept late, ate cereal, drank much coffee and it was cold, all cold. No heater to start the morning, something wrong with the thermostat. No way to get to the on-button without chills; with having lost my shirt all chills. Then nothing at work but report to report with leftovers with a sugar chaser, now all I hear is smacking, constant rubber smacking, wet rubber tire rolling flat through mud smacking; but late today I stood in the sun alone, glass to wind, then a man in black arrived too, and he stood too behind the glass sun.