My apartment was 46 degrees when I woke up this morning. I started worrying about pipes freezing, since the thermostat is in the room I spend the most time in, and sort of near the stove, so it's possible that other parts of the house are a lot colder. And my hands were too cold to type. So I nudged the heat up to 50. It came on for about five minutes, got things up to 52 or so, and shut off.
And then I checked, and last year, we didn't turn it on until November 23. So I'm feeling guilty. Why such a dramatic change? Is it just the lack of the insane freezing-ourselves-to-death version of chicken that Defulct and I were playing last year? Or maybe it's just colder this year. Hmm.
Posted by Kat at October 15, 2006 08:54 AM
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Well, we've had our heat on for weeks, so you've beat us :)
I have the opposite problem, my apartment is always wayyy too hot. It's about 82 in the bedroom right now, and the heat is off. Hot water / steam pipes run along all the walls, I guess. Free heat (but bad for my migraines). Wanna trade?
Not a wuss. Definitely not a wuss. I consider myself hardy, but my threshhold is in the 55 degree range. When it gets to that temp I turn on the heat, energy savings be damned.
If it helps you feel better, here in Rhode Island, I have been walking around the house wearing a long-sleeved shirt, heavy sweatshirt, sweatpants, heavy socks AND my Uggs slippers. To top it all off, I have my grandma's crocheted ripple afghan around my lower body while I am knitting!