Lloyd has wanted a Nest Thermostat since they were invented, and has held out admirably for a few years. Today was the day he picked one up when he was at the Verizon store I finally treated him to one.
He was so happy. The set comes with pretty simple instructions, and even a super-cool screwdriver. He took off the old programmable one, revealing the outlines of many thermostats past, and set to work.
Here was the first setback. Our house is 83 years old and has plaster walls. We drilled some dusty pilot holes but don’t quite have the right sized anchors to fit. It got a little ugly. Words and ‘looks’ were exchanged. It all worked out.
Then the next hiccup. It wouldn’t turn on. Lloyd called customer service, and after a long conversation they figured that the internal battery wasn’t charged. He plugged it in for an hour and there you go: fixed.
So it’s up and going. It’s supposed to be an easy way to regulate the temperature, but I don’t see how that’s easier than ‘keep it freezing’.
When you walk in front of it, it turns on. When you are not in front of it, I get the feeling we’re being watched.
(Help. I don’t feel safe.) I mean, ‘Welcome, Overlords!’