Thermostat Battles

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The house is finally warm enough for me to stop shivering. I am wearing a scarf, two shirts and a sweater while wrapped in a blanket and can still feel the chill. And even this is a tolerable relief from the freezing conditions of the morning, but sadly, time limited.

This is just another day in the saga of the Thermostat Battles. It has been quietly fought over the last few years by a few degrees in either direction. If its warm, I’m winning, which isn’t often. Everything else is a loss. Admittedly, we try to fairly negotiate the temperature depending on the season but then we each make secret/not-so-secret adjustments when the terms are not agreeable to both parties.

Unfortunately, the odds recently changed in my temperature-opponent’s favor when we acquired a roommate, who also prefers a constant state of refrigeration. He moved in during the hottest season, when long pants and coats are locked away like criminals and windows can be left open at night for the fresh air and sound of cicadas. The open-windows-at-night thing was never a possibility in any of our past apartments unless we wanted to welcome in more than night noises and a breeze.

Back to the present when mysteriously, the windows ended up shut, the A/C kicked on and dropped to a dangerously, hypothermia-causing, get-ready-to-freeze-to-death low. The summer days took on the temperature of the seasons to come, unnaturally early and indoors. Instead of wearing shorts and t-shirt, I was in jeans with a sweater, shivering and silent.

Now it is Fall and my enemies continue to collaborate against me; they make bold and direct moves to freeze me out.

I am left somewhere between a Pacifist and a guerrilla war soldier. We the cold and puny are outnumbered, two to one. We do not want to fight, we don’t believe in war, but fight we must or die in the middle of the night from cold.

While I work on a new battle strategy, I will continue to use the same tactic, adjusting the temperature, slowly enough to avoid detection, but surely, up to a climate more like Key West or Cuba. Yet, each time I hit the button up a degree, I do it with the full awareness that it is only a matter of time before it plummets back down into the cold, cruel torture zone and the battle continues.

Such is the life of Puney.

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5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Jim Grey
    Oct 16, 2015 @ 20:11:34

    Two words: space heater.

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  2. Judy
    Oct 16, 2015 @ 20:14:17

    Yep, I call it the Thermostat Wars, generally fought with my mother who is the one always cold. I run hot, so you’d probably think me the enemy. In the middle of a Florida July my mother turns on the heat. I try and explain that it is better to leave it on cooling and just up the degrees by one of two and the AC will go off and let the outside heat things up. But, no she’s cold so she wants actual heat. So when I am there, I have to let it blast heat long enough that the house warms then surreptitiously switch to cooling but keep at same number setting. A cooling 82 degrees is a lot more comfortable than a heat 82 degrees on the thermostat. I know she is cold so I have to understand and just try for barest comfort so I can function. You can only strip down so far, right? 🙂

    But, I do wish you to be comfortable even if by stealth!!

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