That was what the thermostat in our house read this morning. It was fine last night. We were actually quite cozy in the high 60s. Then, for whatever reason, the furnace and thermostat crapped out on us.
A few years back, we replaced our traditional thermostat with one of them swanky seven-day programmable pieces of crap. From day one, the thing has been a pain in the ass. We followed the instructions to the letter and it rarely worked. We had the same times and temps set throughout the week and, one day, it would work, the next it wouldn't.
We said screw it. We're going back with the good old fashioned analog thermostat. We'll just have to make a conscious effort to turn the temperature down a few degrees when we leave for work in the morning. Meh. One extra step or an unreliable thermostat. Hmm...
Environmentalists and the like would have you believe that using a programmable one is the way to go to cut costs and preserve the Earth further. Well, if the damn thing doesn't work worth a crap, what good is it?
Well, it's all fixed up and the heat is coursing through our house again. And I can't tell you how happy we are to have a good thermostat that we don't have to sit there trying to decipher.
Who says technological improvements make all things better?
Just ask my dad and his lawnmowers.