Back in August, when the weather was close to the temperature of the sun in these parts, my wife insisted on keeping the house cold enough to hang meat in the living room. As her excuse, she claimed to be going through "the change" and adjusted said thermostat to compensate for the curse of nature.
Friends, I suffered. Countless nights in the dog days of summer found me under a quilt, trying to conserve as much heat as possible so as not to die of hypothermia during the dark hours from sun to sun.
Now with winter upon us, I have informed my wife that we will not be turning on the heat during the winter. "This is the very thing you wanted!" I declared with all my husbandly might and authority.
Outside night time temps have been dipping into the low 30's in these parts, and yet I am surprised that the lowest recorded temps inside our humble dwelling have dipped to a mere 63, (it's 65 degrees right now).
I am relatively comfortable, following the sage advice of my dear old Dad who, when we as children complained of a chilly house, would lovingly say: "Shut up and put on a sweater!"
I haven't spoken these words of wisdom to my wife yet, but ironically, she does complain the house is now too cold, (can you believe that?).
So here I am, wearing my hoodie and two pairs of sweatpants, happy in the knowledge that this "air conditioning" is free.
But I can't help but wonder, for those of you who live in colder climates, "how low do you go"?
Help me brothers. Give me verbal ammunition to counter my wife's unfounded accusation that we have the coldest house in the lower 48. Even now, she is gazing ever so longingly at the thermostat on the wall. I am determined to leave the heater switch in the "off" position as long as possible, but I have to sleep sometime.
The great thermostat war is on. Rally, my friends, rally to my side!
Friends, I suffered. Countless nights in the dog days of summer found me under a quilt, trying to conserve as much heat as possible so as not to die of hypothermia during the dark hours from sun to sun.
Now with winter upon us, I have informed my wife that we will not be turning on the heat during the winter. "This is the very thing you wanted!" I declared with all my husbandly might and authority.
Outside night time temps have been dipping into the low 30's in these parts, and yet I am surprised that the lowest recorded temps inside our humble dwelling have dipped to a mere 63, (it's 65 degrees right now).
I am relatively comfortable, following the sage advice of my dear old Dad who, when we as children complained of a chilly house, would lovingly say: "Shut up and put on a sweater!"
I haven't spoken these words of wisdom to my wife yet, but ironically, she does complain the house is now too cold, (can you believe that?).
So here I am, wearing my hoodie and two pairs of sweatpants, happy in the knowledge that this "air conditioning" is free.
But I can't help but wonder, for those of you who live in colder climates, "how low do you go"?
Help me brothers. Give me verbal ammunition to counter my wife's unfounded accusation that we have the coldest house in the lower 48. Even now, she is gazing ever so longingly at the thermostat on the wall. I am determined to leave the heater switch in the "off" position as long as possible, but I have to sleep sometime.
The great thermostat war is on. Rally, my friends, rally to my side!