It’s a fine line between comfort and paying the electric bill.
We keep the thermostat in the house set at 78°.
Anything cooler and the bill goes through the roof, anything warmer and I walk around with puddles in my sneakers.
If it gets really bad and I can’t turn off the sweat machine I go out and run errands so I can turn on the air-conditioning in the car and have all the vents aimed at me.
I look like a dog hanging its head out the window with its ears flapping in the wind, except I’m inside and the windows are closed!