Rather than arguing about our overly productive schedule, he simply uses the control machine to get myself and others upstairs
Being in a marriage is a funny thing. I am not sure that it is truly functional in this week’s newfangled world of new Technology and new ways of meeting new people. It seems like there are several strong temptations and martial complications in people’s loving lives for a 50-year commitment to be truly viable. All that being said, when you find your partner it can be easily difficult to let them go. This is how I came to marry our fiance even though I have zero faith in the institution. I have to say, the two of us have sussed out how to get along fairly well in the past 5 years of living together. Namely, he had to get accustomed to our workaholic tendencies and I have had to stop being such a jerk. One of the ways that he dealt is to circumvent our sad workaholism is to utilize the central heating and cooling system. Because the office is set up in the chilly basement of our house, I rely rather heavily on the indoor air temperature control machine to stay comfortable throughout the afternoon. I cannot handle the dank, chilly basement separate from the central furnace runs throughout the afternoon. Additionally, I often utilize part oil heating systems for some extra warmth downstairs. My fiance knows that I will quit easily working the moment that I start shaking and uses this temperature information to his advantage. Rather than arguing about our overly productive schedule, he simply uses the control machine to get myself and others upstairs. Every single time the Heat stops running in the basement I abandon our task and flee for the warmer temperatures. This furnace trickery is the only way that our fiance and I truly spend time with each other. Maybe that’s key to a delighted marriage.