Previously in this series: Dinnertimes in order of moral laxity. 60° Permissable for brief bursts in extreme circumstances, for example upon arriving home after forgetting to leave the windows open on a summer day so the entire living room has a whole pent-up afternoon’s worth of stale sun-heat that needs to be ironed out before you can even imagine doing the dishes. Think of it like one of those old-fashioned skin-care rules, like how your grandmother recommends ending a shower with a few seconds of ice-cold water to brace your pores. It’s not the same as letting the shower run cold the entire time – you’ve still got plenty of comfort remaining to you – but it’s invigorating, ennobling, opens up the sinuses and the heart to new possibilities. A temperature you could finally solve a murder mystery by.
As someone who walked in her home, found it too chilly at 77 and pushed it up to 79, frankly I am appalled. When it is 65 degrees inside it is time for gloves and passive aggression!
I will have A/C for the first time in my adult life, in another week or so. (Yay for homeownership.) I've spent twenty years with my summer indoor temperature being whatever The Lord Our G*d determines it should be... Or fleeing the house for cooler climes, like a mall or movie theater.
I once had a lecturing professor mention, casually and unprompted, that he prefers to keep his house at 72 degrees year round. I can’t look at him now without silently wondering how and why he lives this way.
Then you have our house, in Atlanta in the summer, where my boyfriend keeps the temperature at 78 degrees (!!! he would live in a sauna I swear) in the summer. I lower it to 74 when I'm home to not die of heat stroke but still making an effort to not use excessive energy. We put it at 72 at night.
As someone who walked in her home, found it too chilly at 77 and pushed it up to 79, frankly I am appalled. When it is 65 degrees inside it is time for gloves and passive aggression!
I will have A/C for the first time in my adult life, in another week or so. (Yay for homeownership.) I've spent twenty years with my summer indoor temperature being whatever The Lord Our G*d determines it should be... Or fleeing the house for cooler climes, like a mall or movie theater.
I don't plan to cool below 78 F.
I once had a lecturing professor mention, casually and unprompted, that he prefers to keep his house at 72 degrees year round. I can’t look at him now without silently wondering how and why he lives this way.
Then you have our house, in Atlanta in the summer, where my boyfriend keeps the temperature at 78 degrees (!!! he would live in a sauna I swear) in the summer. I lower it to 74 when I'm home to not die of heat stroke but still making an effort to not use excessive energy. We put it at 72 at night.
I loved this (as always) but as a European had to convert this to Celsius in order to understand it.
Ha, I knew there was a reason I like it at 65 degrees!
This is what we need in my office, where somebody keeps sneaking over to the thermostat and pushing it up to 80 degrees.