While it is very uncommon for me to wake up at night to use the bathroom, I am very glad that I did last night.  As I was doing my business I suddenly woke up enough to realize just how cold I was.  I wondered if it was just the bathroom, but returning to my bedroom confirmed that it was just plain chilly in our house.  I spoke out to John about how cold it was and he popped out of bed not realizing that I was already on my way to investigate.  His words were, “Wow.  It is.”

As I headed down the stairs to check the thermostat I reckoned that we knew this could happen.  The furnace is pushing 30 years old and it was one of our main concerns when we first bought the house.  As I padded to the living room I was chewing on the hassle that was probably before us of buying a furnace and having it installed ASAP.  I confess I was totally grumbling.

Then I got to the thermostat and smiled.  The little arm on the top of the older-style device was pulled all the way to the left.  It was set to 50 degrees.  Oh, those little hands!  The thermometer registered 65 degrees!  I slid the plastic arm back to it’s home at 72 and headed back up the stairs. 

As I snuggled back I chuckled as I told John about my findings.  We both snickered a little and acknowledged how glad we were to have caught it when we did.  As I rolled over to find a comfortable spot I suddenly laughed out loud.  “John! Some people SET their thermostat to 65 degrees!”  Despite the 3:00 A.M. hour John roared as well.

I then rolled over and smiled as I concurrently thanked God for Fairport Electric and contemplated what a difference 7 degrees makes!