and thus begins the “battle of the thermostat” chez Sato.
For some reason, in my head, we should suck up the brisk morning chill until after Halloween. That’s what footed pjs and sweaters are for.
The Mister, being a southerner, thinks Labor Day (1st Monday of September) is an opportune time to start heating the house.
The back and forth goes like this: the Mister is a night owl, and he turns on the heat after I go to bed. I am a morning person. I wake up and promptly turn it off in the morning.
This dance continues until after Halloween, when I give up. And I’ll let you in on a secret. The only reason I give up is that by this point, I’m pretty cold in the morning.
And here’s another secret: the real reason I’m tied to this Halloween deadline is that I have no freakin’ idea how to change the clock on the thermostat. The clock is not on Daylight Savings Time (right now it’s an hour behind), so it just makes sense to me to not use the heat until the thermostat’s clock is synced with the actual time.