When I moved out of my parents’ house, they made me promise to come back and help them with odd jobs around the house from time to time. I shrugged, but agreed, knowing that they would always pay me back with a delicious home-cooked dinner. While I did miss the bustle of other people in the house, I certainly didn’t miss how freezing cold it was in that house! See, my parents were originally from the South, and after decades of hot Summers and mild Winters, they wanted to move up North and live in a perpetually cold climate. I’m sure that was a wonderful change of scenery for them, but I was born into the cold and I’m sick of it. A few months after I moved out, my dad called me one day asking for a favor. He needed help installing this new thermostat in the house, and needed a fresh set of eyes to see where he could’ve gone wrong in the installation. When I made it over to their house, my parents sat in their recliners in the living room, smiling at me as I walked into the house. As soon as I walked in, I noticed that the heating system was running. Wait, what? My parents, who swore off ever being warm again, running the furnace? My parents laughed at my confused facial expression, as my mom held up a remote and pointed it at a circular device on the wall. With a few clicks of a button, the sound of the furnace running came to a halt. That’s when my parents said they had a smart thermostat installed, which allowed them to adjust the temperature of the house on the go. I smiled, finally, and asked if this meant they would finally let the house warm up. “No way!” My dad chimed in, “We just wanted to show off the new temperature control.” Only fifteen minutes passed before I decided to leave, as my parents let the temperature in the house drop back into the low sixties.