My office is always a sub-zero ice box. Keeps the robots efficient or something. Anyways, I usually start my day by cranking the space heater (which I keep hidden under my desk), steeping a scalding cup of my favorite tea (which I keep hidden in the kitchen), and toggling between NPR and warm sounding music.
Peaking Lights' new album is all desert heat and campfires. Not every song is to my liking, but these two are transporting me to a warmer place with a red hot sun, blinding sandstone and sun drowsy rattlesnakes.