We’ve had only a couple (okay, four) days of 80-plus temperatures so far this spring, so I haven’t yet had to crank up the A/C. To the south, folks are not so fortunate:
My body does not like heat, humidity, or steeping in my own perspiration. (I took out a thermometer in the lab where I taught yesterday afternoon. It read 33 C, which, if my hand-calculated conversion was right, was about 91 F.) [Close enough. — cgh] I may eventually have to consider a life-upheaval of moving to a cooler climate if this continues. I don’t like that thought. (My ideal summer room temperature is 72, but I rarely get that. I don’t even have that at home; it’s too expensive to run the air conditioning that much).
The office runs at 71 year-round, inasmuch as the hardware likes it that way. Sometimes I think it’s quite comfy, sometimes I feel the chill. I keep the house around 74-75 (to the extent possible) in the summer, since (1) that’s an electric bill I have to pay and (2) the dress code is a bit more, um, relaxed.
Still, this isn’t a bad idea:
I’m still contemplating buying a small window unit for my bedroom and retreating in there when it gets so hot — it’s probably cheaper to cool one room with a window unit than to try to cool the whole house, even with shutting off a couple rooms.
This is especially true when the bedroom is the warmest room in the house, as mine is six months out of the year, and unfortunately, it’s those six months.