Even though it's not very cold here in the winter my hubby was always cold and he'd want the thermostat set too high for me...so he always had a heater going in his room and it was hot as hell in there. I would feel sorry for the hospice workers when they came because I knew they were sweating like pigs. He wasn't just cold in his later years or when he was dying, it was a constant battle of the thermostat from the day we got married. He'd turn it up...I'd turn it down. Looking back I think that is what we argued about the most. Second was his crazy driving.