68-72 degrees.
4 degrees of separation between uncomfortable and equally uncomfortable. Like one day some high and mighty somebody arbitrary settled on this 4 degree variance was the ideal temperature for all rooms. Notice, they never say living room temperature, or bathroom temperature, or even pantry temperature. Just a blanket statement: Room. Temperature.
Everyone agrees that bedrooms are best near glacial, living rooms are best slightly cooler so you can snuggle into your Winnie the Pooh sherpa when watching a scary movie. Dining rooms? HOT so everyone gets uncomfortable and leaves shortly after dinner so you don’t have to maintain the facade of tolerating your dinner guests a minute longer than necessary. Because if they are at your house eating your cooking, they clearly have no place better to be. Not their houses, obviously, but that’s a separate issue.
Personally, I prefer everything cold.
Ice cold.
Hoth cold.
So cold my nipples could carve a Thanksgiving Turkey and Christmas ham. Maybe both, at the same time, stretching through the Tardis for some festive meal time chicanery. I can always put on more clothes, and more blankets if its too cold. Worst case, I can borrow an over sized bathrobe from my Kind Chicken neighbors. They are chock full of fluffy and super warm stuff. Added bonus? My heating bills are low as hell.
The other end of the spectrum is when the thermostat is set to boiling. IE: Anywhere above 68 degrees. You can only take off so many clothes, and it gets real awkward real quick when you start strolling around in your birthday suit. Beyond that taking off skin has diminishing returns that arrive fairly quickly.
And that kinda mess Swiffers are grossly unprepared for.
Swiffers are also grossly unprepared to clean up the oasis’s of sweat I leave around now that some once again mysterious somebody made it okay for the powers that be to dictate that 73-75 degrees is okay in the summer. And some go as far as to say that 80 in the summer is okay, attempting to restrict air conditioner usage, because the “Power Grid” can’t handle it!
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Of course it can’t. You have data centers popping up like uncontrolled government subsidized Starbucks, and no one thought it was a good idea to upgrade the power grid that hasn’t seen a new part since Nixon. Yet there never seems to be a problem with an annual rate increase is there? Why can’t they stop buying Avocado toast and downgrade their phone plans so they can give us electricity that doesn’t brown out whenever a ghost farts or Mercury enters retrograde on a Thursday? How is it that Japan can have more earthquakes than Cali, got nuked twice, has tsunamis, floods, and hentai and somehow manages to have less than 5 minutes of grid downtime annually?
I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but something smells a lot like tentacle porn, and for once I wish it was us.
-RC