Everytime I live with a new roommate, the foolishness which they exhibit just baffles the mind. Halfway through this year, my lease was up at my old place. I was desperately seeking something smaller to help my downsize and put more time towards my art, and less time stressing over money. I picked this quaint little two bedroom in a building overlooking a quiet river. The rooms are smaller but the rent is so affordable, plus I own so little since going minimalist that its all perfect by me. However, when it started getting colder I noticed the living room was really chilly. I couldn’t figure it out. The heating was definitely on–I could hear it softly at work–and the thermostat was definitely working and displaying a temperature. The climate control was set at 60, but the thermostat read only 55. So what was going on? Finally, I realized that I couldn’t see a single baseboard. Oh no. Sure enough, I did some crawling around to find that my roommate had tucked all of the baseboard radiators under the couch. In doing so, the back of the sofa was really warm, but the living room of our apartment was not. After a long talk and some placement debates, we settled on a new furniture scheme and began working together to put it to work. Once it was done, you could immediately feel the difference. In just an hour, the central heating shut off altogether, now that the living room was finally warm enough.