Here in DC, we’ve been enjoying unseasonably warm temperatures. I’ve been enjoying the extension of fall, where I can pile on thin layers and cute coats, in contrast to winter, where I throw on my thickest sweater and unflattering puffy down coat and horrible faux Uggs and basically cease to look cute for the next 4 months. I’ve also been enjoying our utility bills! With no need for heat or air conditioning, they’re the lowest they’ve ever been.
I’ve been loathe to acknowledge the temperatures dropping. But yesterday I had to scrape ice off my car for the first time, and apparently, our heat vampirism is no longer enough to keep our apartment toasty. After a night of waking up freezing because Chad had wrapped the second comforter around himself again, leaving me nearly uncovered, I checked our thermostat.
55 degrees. Oh.
So the heat has been turned on, and we’ll probably have to keep it going until April. Still, I’m glad I won’t be walking around my apartment wearing gloves this winter.
What’s your temperature limit? At what point is it too cold for you to keep your heat off anymore? I work with a guy who said he keeps hims thermostat at 55 degrees when he’s home. Could you do that?