Degrees of Satisfaction
Yesterday, I arrived at the Cross House. The temperature was in the 20s. It was windy.
I prayed the boilers were working, as I had not been at the house the day before.
Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside. The boilers were clearly off.
Oh dear. Although the house did not seem cold.
Quickly, I walked over to the thermostat:
Oh. All was well!
Stepping over to a radiator, I felt it. It was not cold, but it was not hot, either. There was just a suggestion of warmth.
Yet…the house was at 50-degrees, exactly as it should have been.
So, not for the first time, I marveled at the radiator system.
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