Being cold-blooded has its advantages; wherever I am in the world, I can always find a boiling cesspool or a rock to crawl under. However, when temperatures fall below 25, I light the gas water heater. In my house there are electric heaters and water radiant heaters, and I indulge my gluttonous American cultural lifestyle and use both. Sometimes I try to estimate my household energy consumption as compared to the larger consumer groups of which I am a part, and I ponder my impact on ocean acidification and its resulting species extinction and also how much I am contributing to an irreversibly high atmospheric temperature. I do this for fun.
Notice, in the photo, the heater’s designed-for-the-illiterate-majority control panel. And by the way this is not a promotional for the heater brand, but I will say that I’m happy it’s not the brand that freezes, bursts and floods the area when switched “off” in the winter. That happened to a previous upstairs neighbor; the rain from the ceiling of my apartment was from his destroyed flooded wood floors. Chinese domestic quality, yes? Don’t know and not sure I should care more than I do, as I am definitely outside of whatever’s going on in this world, but I am warm and I have a nice view of the park below where small children play–unaware of how ungodly they are by some human standards.
:)rickymay