When we have electricity (it’s been a problem lately) we set the thermostat at 74. In this old house that means it’s 74 in the kitchen, 65 or so in the livingroom and somewhere in between in the rest of the house, upstairs and down. I wear at least three shirts and “long-handles” under my pants all winter long.
When we don’t have electricity we have two old shallow Rumford fireplaces with coal grates which put out a LOT of heat with very little loss up the chimney.. The house originally also had a coal fired heating stove in the living room and the cook stove in the kitchen. These heated the whole house. The week before Christmas I was wishing we had all of the above back.
It became operational . . . the day it warmed up.
Well…maybe 70. I think I could live with that. Maybe. As it is, I shiver all the time. I wear a hat all day long…yes, I do like to wear hats, but still…as well as a sweater. And a scarf. Yes, in the house. Sometimes even my Uggs. And apparently I am the only one who is being tortured. Which, of course, is why I am not in charge of the thermostat.