Fall has officially arrived. I love the colors of the leaves and the cool temperature. I am discovering that the cool temperature in the house is causing some problems for the Man-child and I.
I love to open the windows and let the “air” in. He says it’s too cold. In trying to keep the cost of the electric bill down, I have not turned on the furnace and I generally keep the thermostat set to 68 degrees. Since mid-October, Man-child walks around the house with his hoody jacket –zipped up to his neck. For me it is not cold at all – but then I have been having periodic “private summers,” so I am unaware of when it is too cold. Well, yesterday, I finally broke down and turned the furnace on because the thermostat read 62 degrees. After half an hour, I was hot. He was smiling. After an hour, I turned on the ceiling fan. He took off his jacket and was smiling even harder. Man-child said “Ma, its only 68 degrees”. Woo hoo - that was my signal to shut it down. He huff and puffed and put his jacket on. I had the ceiling fan blowing.
Who is right? It’s going to be a long winter.