Our smart thermostat shows exactly who moved the temperature and when, which is excellent for marriage data and terrible for plausible deniability. I like it cool at night. My wife likes consistency. The schedule favors warmth and bills.
I wear socks to bed like a reasonable person and plot silent revenge by opening the fridge frequently, which is petty and also environmentally rude. We are happy. The house is warm. I am writing at five a.m. with a blanket and acceptance.
Compromise is a skill I learned in classrooms, closings, and study groups. Not every battle is worth the energy bill. Some are worth a fleece robe.
Love is turning down the heat one degree because she asked nicely and you mean it.