Temperature Tolerance

I have noticed, throughout the past several years, how tolerant I am with indoor temperature. You know, those "thermostat wars" we hear about (unless you've fought in those wars with your family or roommates). As for me, I almost never bother. I tend to be quite tolerant and comfortable in a wider range of degrees Fahrenheit than some people I know.

For example, at my work, we've had thermostat issues, particularly during the winter. Certain conference rooms would feel so cold that our team would avoid meeting in them at all. As for me, yeah, I feel that it's colder, but I can generally handle it. It never bothered me (anyway).

Or those few months when my co-workers needed a space heater near their cubicles, but I didn't. Even if I ever do feel cold, I like to put my coat on and deal with it.

Anyway, perhaps that makes me weird and sometimes less sensitive to those who care more about the particulars of room temperature (like the time today when my wife observed that we forgot to turn the thermostat back up, and I never noticed that it was colder than normal in our home).

Call it a blessing or a curse, I am grateful to be temperature tolerant.

P.S.—As always, my intention is never to ridicule or downplay anyone else's experience of life, but only to point out the little things I notice each day that I'm grateful for.