Last night I slept like a rock. Like a Mesozoic-era rock that is completely oblivious to modern life's frenzy and turmoil. Last night, we turned the air conditioning up.
I was very excited when we bought and Keith installed a programmable thermostat. Reduce your energy bills by 30%! the package proclaims. And I was ready to. Not that our energy bills are outrageous--we've only been in the house a month! But I wanted to do my part from the beginning to use less energy. Leave a smaller environmental footprint--maybe a moderate size 6.5, instead of my clompy 9.5s.
But I was surprised to find out that, according to the preprogrammed settings, the temperature is set to dip around the time we get home from work and then raise again when we go to bed.
I like to be cold when I sleep. Or rather, I can't stand being hot. I'm not saying that it needs to be cold enough for me to have on a sheet, comforter, and blanket. I don't even care about the sheet. I just need to not be oozing sweat, which is what has been occurring every night since we got the programmable thermostat.
I want to help save the environment, I really do. I want to be friends. But when we overrode the hellfire setting last night and settled in-between cool sheets in a comfortable room, it felt fantastic. I'm willing to sacrifice many things for a better earth. But I'm just not sure if a good night's sleep for entire duration of summer is one of them.