View of Winter

My cubicle, sweet cubicle, has a very large window. Great for views of downtown, mist rising from the river, ambulences racing across the Monroe Street bridge. Also great for allowing cold air to pour in and overpower the tiny amount of heat trying to eek out of the baseboard heater that lives under the very large window. In the summer I have to use an electric blanket because the a/c is so blasted strong. Now, I have that electric blanket (which works best when being sat on), long johns, my sweater, and my brand new baby space heater. And guess what? My bottom half is almost warm. Almost. The rest of me? Cold. There does not appear to be a breeze outside, but I feel it, blowing across my face. Is my top half colder now that my bottom half knows what it is to be almost-warm?
I cannot win. When I freeze, turn me into one of those beautiful sculptures, please and thank you.