Moderation

A metaphor came to mind today: As is true in many houses of this era (mid-1970s), the venting leaves much to be desired. Despite numerous adjustments, in the summer it's still too warm upstairs, too cold in the basement and, though I would like to say it's just right on the first floor, that's not entirely true. Let's just say it's less extreme than the others.

What I was thinking about this morning while adjusting the thermostat — with one of us in the basement, another on the first floor and the third up above — is about regulation, moderation, in general, how making one of us slightly more comfortable may make the others slightly less so. I was thinking, in short, of sacrifice: that the good of others may depend upon our discomfort.

I wan't intending this to be about mask-wearing. My initial thought was much more general. But given the times we live in, it wasn't long before it trended this way.