. . . that previous post was about TRQ. Not TQR. You know how it is. Mothers always make you dyslexic.
Right now Ken and I are at his law conference retreat deal, and we have already embarked upon the heater wars. We have this issue worked out (more or less) in our own home. But when we're in a motel room there's always a fight because I want. it. warm. and. he. wants. it. cold.
It's bad when you wait for your partner to go to bed so you can adjust the thermostat without him seeing you. STILL! LAST MAN STANDING, RIGHT?