I love my family. I truly do. They are kind, supportive, and, bless their hearts, they are also apparently in a clandestine competition to see who can leave the most lights on in the house at any given time. I'm starting to believe that the simple act of flipping a switch from 'on' to 'off' requires a physics degree, three years of deep meditation, and maybe a small offering to the Electrical Gods—requirements that are, clearly, beyond my nearest and dearest.
My house, at any hour, is a beacon. A shining monument to energy consumption. You could navigate a small aircraft using the sheer, blinding glow emanating from our windows
Dear family, if you are reading this (likely illuminated by a dozen unnecessary bulbs):
I am not asking for much. I am simply asking you to look down, see that small, satisfying little switch, and flip it the other way. It is a small step for humanity, but a giant leap for our monthly budget.
Until then, I'll be the one wandering around, muttering under my breath, and constantly reminding everyone: "IT'S BRIGHTER THAN THE SURFACE OF THE SUN IN HERE!"
Don't get me started on the thermometer!!!!
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