Yes, the heat is on. Sort of– it’s set on a pretty conservative digital-programmable-thermostat schedule for daytime, down to 45F/7C for sleeping, and still off altogether in my bedroom.
New Housemate valiantly tolerated heat-less-ness for several days, having agreed with me to a 2009 turn-on. You might expect that when the magic moment came she’d be ecstatic… but in fact, when I told her I’d thrown the switch, she said “Oh… I was sort of starting to get used to it… it was just the hat-head that was bothering me.” !!
Then, on the second morning of heat, she sent me an email from work asking if we could adjust the thermostat schedule to have the heat come on later in the morning. I fully assumed she meant earlier, and emailed back to clarify. But no– she did in fact mean later. She said it was too warm in her room, too early in morning (it was set to 62F/16.5C, starting 45 minutes before her alarm clock.) !! Needless to say, I readily agreed.
Then, last night, she had a friend over and they were hanging out in the kitchen bunker after I’d gone up to bed. A little later Housemate came up to my door, whispering to ask if I was still awake, and saying they needed help with the thermostat… because somehow they’d made it uncomfortably warm downstairs. Indeed, they had pushed the “WARMER” button a few times, and gotten it up to a scorching 67F/19C! We reset it back to 63, and I assured her that it would start to cool off soon.
Does this all prove anything? Does it show that just three days of living in the Cold House can start to re-set a person’s temperature expectations and needs? I’m not sure. There might be extenuating factors– for example, New Housemate hails from one of the Lower 48’s coldest cities, and might have antifreeze in her blood already. But I’d like to think there’s something to the adaptation theory.