Today, I am grateful for my thermostat. Particularly, I am grateful for control over the thermostat, and a husband who likes things as balmy as I do.
So, two weeks ago, I hopped on a plane and flew home to visit my mommy, and help her with her post-shattered-ankle surgery. Upon arrival, it became apparent to me that whoever had been negotiating with her for a house that was 71 degrees had lost. The thermostat was set to 67.
As the guest, I didn't really feel comfortable messing with the thermostat (although, I did bump it up to 69 one day), so mostly I just wore my jacket a lot.
By the time the trip was over, I was more than sad to leave my family, but thrilled at the prospect of a house that was 75 degrees.
That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am now baking comfortably in a 75 degree house... and my husband likes it!
[please picture me in a dark cloak, holding up a staff that shoots lightening, standing on top of a lamp post in your average suburban neighborhood.]
I AM MASTER OF THE THERMOSTAT! I RULE THE TEMPERATURE OF MY DOMAIN!!!
Thank you.
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