As I’m typing this, I’m sitting at my desk in a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and SpongeBob slippers (Just FYI, it’s totally natural to be envious of my style right now). I’m huddled into my warm leather chair, clinging to it like a baby koala, but my hands are freezing because they’re out in front, intrepidly typing away.
Downstairs, Wes is working away in his office. He has the door closed for maximum warmth retention and he’s wearing duck slippers and a full length bathrobe. He looks like he’s permanently suffering from the flu because he can rarely be found around the house without benefit of his warm, fuzzy bathrobe.
The reason for this thermal sob-story is that we, being the industrious young homeowners we are, keep our house at a bone-chilling 65 degrees F during the day. At night, we splurge and go up to 67 degrees, but for the most part our house is frigid and it doesn’t make sense to walk around in anything but full Arctic tundra gear.
We don’t keep our house like this because we love the cold. In fact, we’ve both been known to enjoy a good warm front as much as the next Washington-born albino helio-phile. The reason we keep our house this cold is because we’re trying to save money. We figure that, as old as our windows are, we can save lots of money by keeping our house teetering on the brink of intolerability.
When our energy bill arrived today, Wes demanded to know whether it really did make more sense for us live like indoor Eskimos. So, we did the math. Our refrigerator-unnecessary lifestyle is saving us a whopping $10 a month. Ten. Whole. Dollars.
Man, it’s great to have that kind of influence over your bottom line, isn’t it? *insert sarcastic eyeroll here*
If we kept our house at a comfortable 67 degrees, we’d be paying ten more dollars per month in energy costs. So, is it worth it?
How do you quantify physical comfort with a monetary amount? As of right now, when we’re still climbing the icy peaks (please forgive all the cold-temperature metaphors. I’ve got cold on the brain) of my student loan debt, it’s totally worth it. I’ll wear three sweatshirts at a time if I have to in order to pay off my student loans faster. However, it’s an interesting question: how much is your physical comfort worth to you?
Would you wear mittens in the house if it meant that you could get yourself out of debt faster?