One, two, three, four, I declare heat war
So it's definitely fall now. Highs have dropped from the upper 80's here to the upper 60's, and won't recover much until next spring (a few more days here and there of warmer sunshine, but that's it). Now that the ouside is getting down into the 40's at night, the house temperature is also dropping.

What all this means, is that it is thermostat war season. I generally lose all battles until mid-October, at which point I win the right to actually turn the heat ON (maybe sooner this year, with these temperatures). This means I will be freezing my ass off in the house until mid-October, since today, a warmish day, had the house at a whopping 67 degrees at 7 pm. Hoo-fucking-ray.

But! We're not done yet! Because after I manage to convince C. that one more day of me without heat will be more painful to him than actually paying the energy bill, that is when the thermostat war starts in earnest. If he had his way, C. would keep the house at around, oh.....60 degrees? Maybe 62 if he wasn't wearing a sweater. My ideal winter temperature (meaning the temp. at which I am comfortable when I am wearing pants, a t-shirt, and a sweater, along with a thick pair of socks) is 70 or 72. Anyone else see a potential conflict cropping up here?

So we spend the winter fiddling with the thermostat every time we walk by (we don't have a programmable one, it's just the old-fashioned dial). I put it up to 70, he lowers it to 65 - I raise it to 68 and he leaves it alone for a couple days, so I put it up to 69, hoping he won't notice. Then he puts it back down to 66, hoping I won't notice. Yeah, right.

The problem I have with his temps is that he's not horribly uncomfortable at 70 degrees, he just doesn't want to pay for "unnecessary" heat. But to me it is necessary. Oh, well. At least it makes it interesting to walk down the main hallway.


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