I am firmly convinced that chilly is colder than cold. Cold hisses across your skin; chilly gets into your bones. Cold means a parka in the snow, and thin watery sunlight; chilly means trying to type with mittens in your office, and sniffles, and a deadline.
California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.
*eg Boston
(From a comment elsewhere.)
California has chilly. Of all the places I've lived*, northern California does chilly in the biggest way.
*eg Boston
(From a comment elsewhere.)
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It also does not help that I live with people who are utterly incapable of shutting the door to the (unheated, uninsulated) garage when they go out there, or even when they are back in the house.
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I keep hoping that after another generation or two, every house built shoddily by stoopid people in the fifties will have been lived in by someone with enough extra cash to insulate it. But the Eichlers, I don't know what can be done about those.
utterly incapable of shutting the door
Ah yes, you have children. ;-)
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Joe's cats say thumbs up for floor heating.
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I'm surprised my kitties haven't discovered the joys of my electric mattress pad. That thing is wondrous. It should be kitty heaven!
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It's surprisingly non-awful, at least my Eichler is. We noticed a signficant improvement in that by insulating the roof, which seems surprising on one hand (you'd figure the windows would dominate, but even R9 foam roofing makes a palpable difference). We also have our house sitting with a pretty good facing, light coming into the living room via the atrium.
Our worst winter gas/electric bills, with the hot tub and everything, come in about $225.
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