A sleeps at sixty six. R lives at seventy two. It is the longest running dispute in the house and the only one with a dial.
A makes his case every night. Cold room, clear head, deeper sleep. R makes hers in five words. She is not a wine.
The settlement we keep reaching is the oldest technology there is. One blanket, two people, and the cold one puts her feet wherever she likes. It turns out sixty six is a wonderful temperature when you are not alone in it.
A has asked that his dissent be recorded. It is recorded.