Baby, It's .... Warm Inside

I don't know what's happened to John's metabolism, but for the past few weeks, he's been cold inside our home. In the 22 years we've been married, this has never been an issue. While he's stretched out on the couch in thin pajama pants and a t-shirt watching Survivor, I have on multiple layers of clothing, and a heavy, triple-folded blanket is pulled up to my chin. In both the summer and winter, we keep the thermostat at 70 degrees.

Some of you may gasp at that thought. 70 degrees? The beautiful this is that we have geothermal heating and cooling, and believe me, it has almost paid for itself (it was supposed to take 10 years to do so). Our neighbors pay around $450/month for utilities (heating/cooling, electricity, gas). We pay around $200, so keeping it at 70 degrees isn't really an issue.

Through the years, I have developed a strategy to keep myself warmer. Lots and lots of clothes. In fact, I think I have more items of "loungewear" than anything else in my closet or schrank. Flannel pants, long-sleeved shirts, fleece jackets, even sherpa jackets. I also have several pairs of slippers and sandals to wear so that my feet don't get cold on the hardwood floors.

Seriously, I'm freezing in the winter with the heat too low, and I'm freezing in the summer with the air conditioning on! It's crazy. I have been known to take jackets to Disneyland of all places, and even to Cozumel last spring.

John being cold is a fulfillment of my dream :-) I went to check the thermostat the other day because I felt remarkably warm in our home. Guess where it was? 73 degrees, BABY!! I'm still wearing my layers around the house, but baby, it's finally warm inside.

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