Then, when I was living in Scotland, my parents decided it was time for a new thermostat. This one is digital. And it behaves like a 7th grader. Lately, it's been behaving like a 7th grader having a drama queen moment.
Me: Let's do 68.
Thermostat: I like 65.
Me: It's evening. I'm setting you to 68 to warm up the house. You've been at 55 all day. I want some heat.
Thermostat: OK. 65 it is.
Me: How did you turn yourself back down to 65? I set you at 68.
Thermostat: No, you set me at 65.
Me: 68. Here, I'll do it again.
Thermostat: 65 is better. I'm going to do 65.
Actually, it's starting to remind me of the guard scene in Monty Python and the Holy Grail, now that I type it out.