One thing that amazes me while traveling is how people get acclimatized to all different environments.
I’ve been to the Middle East during the middle of their winter. While I’m perspiring in my light weight dresses, the locals have on woolen sweaters. How can they stand it? Because their bodies have become used to the eyeball boiling heat (simply the thought of the blazing sun reflecting off the sand makes my eyeballs hurt).
The same with the cold. I’ve been to Alaska and my definition of cold is the local’s definition of a nice spring day.
What does this mean?
I enjoy the change in seasons by not keeping my house at one year round temperature. It is cooler in the winter and warmer in the summer.
There’s really not a lot of logic to having my furnace working hard in the beginning of November (as long as the pipes don’t freeze). I get out my flannel pjs (yes, I have daytime flannel pjs and nighttime flannel pjs) and fluffy sweaters and dog scaring slippers (dogs bark at my slippers, I don’t know why). Put an extra comforter on the bed.
Of course it saves money but I also read somewhere that cooler temps keep skin looking younger. At least that’s what I tell my guests (huddled around the fireplace).