The back door to our house is really supposed to be the front door. As you walk in our back door (we call this room the "mudroom"), you walk past the washer and dryer, a small wall, the furnace, water softener (which we do not use) and a deep freeze.
When you walk through the door way into the house properly, you are standing in the kitchen. To the right is the living room. To the right of the living room (and against the wall of the "mudroom") is my bedroom, and the master bath. If you go back out into the kitchen, and walk through it you come to the dining room. Walking through the dining room, you get to the family room. Off the family room is my son's room (on the right) and my daughter's room (also on the right) and at the end of the hall is the children's/visitors' bathroom on the left.
It is IMPOSSIBLE to keep our home equally heated or cooled. Most often my room is either stifling hot (so that the children are warm on their end of the house) or it seems freezing cold (to insure that the children are not hot in the summertime).
That LONG explanation short: My room, in November, is usually a sauna.
The other night, my son and I were sitting on my bed watching his favorite series. We were really only HALF watching it, as the set kept jumping (new set) and we were "visiting" with my Father-In-Law. His communications have come to be remarkably slower than they had been a year ago (He passed on November fourth of last year), and I am "afraid" this means that he is about to leave us for the Land of Many Summers for an extended stay.
My husband, Race, walked in the room and said "Why is it so (bleeping) cold in here?" My son and I just looked at each other and resumed what we were doing. Race then walked into the bathroom, and emerged with a puzzled expression on his face.
Race had just checked both registers, and warm air was belching out as normal.
Race then went to go check on the furnace and the children's section of the house, normal.
Race thought about this for the few hours that it took for bedtime for our five year old to roll around. We ignored him. We were busy watching the telly. Let HIM check things out for a change.
When we retired to our bedroom after putting Little Guy to bed, we flipped on the light (we have a light with the ceiling fan built in. It is OLD. No pull cord for the light, and one for the fan. If the light is turned on, the fan spins).
At first I did not notice the fan was not spinning until I realized that it was getting rather warm in the room. I pointed it out to Race, and he again began investigating. After approximately four hours of the fan not running (the Little Guy goes to bed rather early) my husband declared the motor dead.
Immediately following, the fan began to spin.
Assured that he would not roast in his sleep, my husband just shrugged and got into bed. I followed suit, and nothing else happened the remainder of the night. Until about four in the morning when our Little Guy came bounding in our room, and up on the bed, to start his new day.