…Or, Knowing When to Quit.
We’ve been bested–and conquered, puzzled by our loss, we’ve withdrawn. The Bedroom has been shut off. There’s got to be something REALLY wrong with that wall, window, or the flooring beneath us, since we just cannot keep that room warm without turning on the electric heater and jacking up the thermostat (that controls our entire apartment!) to 70 degrees. Which *still* results in shivering, and socks being left on. And we will have none of that!
So instead, we’ve gone loft style, and made up our IKEA futon couch into a cozy, warm bed that we can heat with a single space heater set at 62 degrees and our thermostat set at 60. I’m sort of extra happy because now the bedroom remains neat and clean; husband is happy because he can watch TV in superlative comfort (OK, I’m sort of cool with that too).
It’s a bit more work when people are coming over, since we’ve really moved into that room, but we figure the energy savings–and increased comfort!–are more than worth it. It sort of feels like how we played “camping” as kids when the power went out–blankets everywhere, piles of books, magazines, journals and clumps of pens. I’m not at all sure we’re going to want to move back for the summer!
