Degree of Separation

As temps outside heat up. Temps inside go down. Makes sense. Does it make sense to fight about a thermostat degree? Probably not, but inside our house it's the different between an igloo or a hot box. We translate that into a happy house and a not-so-happy house.

Enter ringside weighing in at 160 pounds - Lincoln "I hate air conditioning" Kathner (aka my husband). He sleeps in sweatpants in 90 degree weather. His internal thermostat is a thing of wonder.

I enter opposite ringside - weighing less than Lincoln but trust me, I'm ferocious. My internal thermostat is programmed to go into shock if our house temp climbs above 73 degrees. Trust me, it's hot.

Nevertheless we compromise. Meaning I'm dressed in a tank top and shorts while Lincoln looks like a human snow globe. It's go time.

I set the temp to 73 and walk away. An hour passes - it's now set to 74 and I'm getting red in the face. Literally, I'm getting hot. I gaze down upon a snugly wrapped up Lincoln sitting on the couch. I ask myself if it's worth the fight - the lousy one degree of separation!

If you're living in a one degree of separation battle with your significant other, roommate or life partner please, let me know how you solved it.