Summertime means a full episode of life advice,

timely ones to travel alone on your birthday.

So Kyle and Morgan, bring it on this one.

Enjoy.

A full edition of Life Advice, Life Advice, R at gmail.com.

Wargon and Kyle are here.

So we are locked and loaded and ready to go.

Good to see you, boys.

So let's start with a little thermostat stuff. Big fan of the pod. Figuer was finally time to write in, 33 married with two young kids living out in L.A. Life is good overall, but I'm currently battling what might be the greatest challenge in our very happy marriage, the thermostat. First, for context, my NBA comp is Sasha Vujic. When the shots falling, I'm on fire,

but when I'm off, it's airballs and side eyes from the bench. That inconsistency carries over into

the home climate situation. Here's the deal. My wife could sleep comfortably in a sweatshirt in the

middle of a Qatari summer. She's basically unbothered by heat and gets genuinely irritated if the AC kicks on even slightly. Meanwhile, I'm just a regular guy trying to keep the house somewhere between 72 and 74 degrees without feeling like I'm melting into the mattress. Man, I'll tell you right now, 72, 74 during the summer. That's not me, man. Couldn't be me. What do you need it at? Kyle, what do you need it at? I think I'll start with the base at 68 and decide if I can kick it up to 6970 and then I'll probably be heading back down towards 68. I'm a 68 guy myself. Morgan. How the other half lives. I don't have a thermostat. I got two window air conditioners. They're on at all times always, and you hope for the best.

All right.

Yeah.

City living.

Yeah.

City living.

But wait, it gets worse.

In the winter, she also refuses to use the heat.

We'll wake up and it's 56 degrees inside and she's just fine.

She says she doesn't like any air, hot or cold blowing on her.

All right.

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