I totally believe that my condo is bipolar. One moment it feels like I’m burning in the sparks of Hell, and the next moment it feels like I’m entirely stranded in the middle of Antarctica! My condo is the literal manifestation of Katy Perry’s “Hot N Cold.” All of the time, I awake in the middle of the night to heat flashes, and the thermometer on the wall boasting a whopping eighty-four degrees. My nomadic family has yet to install a smart temperature control unit, let alone a “dumb” temperature control unit, so I do all that I can do… I stumble half-conscious out of my room, nearly falling down the stairs on the way to manually lower the temperature of our clunky oil furnace! The whole ordeal takes a little over three minutes, which wouldn’t be terrible, if it wasn’t so early in the morning. Once I reach my bed again, my sleepiness has worn off, and I can no longer get back to sleep. To make matters worse, about fifteen minutes into my failed attempt to fall back asleep, the terrible heat has been easily replaced by bone-chilling air. I have some options—to repeat my downstairs trek or to bundle in layers and pray for some needed slumber. My decision depends on my overall laziness, which if I’m being honest, affects me more often than not. If I had a smart temperature control installed, I could finally embrace my laziness to the max; but even more pressingly, I could finally get a wonderful night’s sleep, knowing that our household temperature won’t drastically change. If for any reason the temperature does change, I could easily feel confident in knowing that I could control our control equipment from my bed, from my phone, at the push of a button.