Ahem.
Heating - Er - Cooling the House
The time that I most feel like an "I'll do anything to save a buck" cheapskate is when I look at my thermostat:
Today is a triumphant day, since the temperature is 19° but the dial is, in fact, set for 18° (64°F, in case anyone's asking).
The fact that I obstinately keep the thermostat set at such a barbaric number can only be a symptom of my dislike for spending money, right?
And the fact that this is an irregular sight only because the slippers are usually on our feet only makes me feel more of a miser, and less of a frugal housewife.
When I have to sit at the computer for any length of time, I wrap myself up in a comforter like a burrito. I ought to be wearing fingerless gloves and asking Ebenezer Scrooge for a half-day on Christmas.
But here's the thing: I'm always cold. Cold in the winter, cold in the summer. Cold, cold, cold. Whine, whine, whine. So does it matter so much if - since I'm going to be cold anyway - we set the thermostat at a number that will keep our gas bill low(er)?
Plus, a cold house has the added benefit of motivating me to stop sitting still at the computer and doing something productive. Like cleaning, for goodness' sake.
Or just wrapping myself up on the couch for a nap. I'm warm either way.
