Since covid Charlie has been working from home, using the dining room as his office. Two doors allow him to shut the room off to make the numerous phone calls and Zoom meetings his job entails. But recently as it has gotten very cold here the past few weeks I kept noticing that his “office” stayed pleasantly warm while the rest of the house was fairly cool.
Of course being the mature adult I profess to be it never occurred to me to envy him his warm den. And of course it never crossed my mind to resent that he was comfortable as I put on another sweater. Fortunately my ordinary grumpy self quieted for a bit yesterday. I remembered that the thermostat for the whole house is in the dining room. The thermostat, recognizing that the dining room is now our desired 68 degrees, promptly shuts down the furnace for a bit. The rest of the house gets cold quickly since it is open without the benefit of the warm air in the dining room.
Now the question remains. Would I rather be warm or listen to the tedious bureaucratic conversations my husband has to endure that allow us to pay the heating bill? Good thing I have a lot of sweaters.