I’m back like Girls Are Pretty!
I have moved from an old house on a four-lane boulevard in Arlington, Virginia, to an old apartment on a five-lane urban artery in Washington, DC. At the house, my four roommates and I paid all metered utilities at the rate of about $100 per person per month; the two of us who moved to the apartment will pay only for cooking gas (maybe $15 total).
Nighttime in DC is already quite unsuitably warm for sleeping, and our four-room apartment (plus kitchen and bathroom) came with three window-mounted air conditioners, each of which has a thermostat that goes down to 60 degrees.
The opportunist/economist/comfort-seeker in me thinks this situation is the tops. Sweaters indoors in June! Heavy blankets at night in July! Beers left out to cool on counter-tops in August! No consequences!
The environmentalist in me knows that this is why the earth is melting.