Stop in for a cup of coffee

Was just talking with someone about how that was normal 'til the 50s. Someone - usually the father, would go downstairs and get the furnace going again. Even for me growing up with an automatic furnace, the thermostat was turned down to 55 at night.
We had a wood burner out on the farm. The house was always warm even though it wasn't insulated well. Stoke it up with some oak logs and there was always glowing coals in the morning. Stir them up and throw on a few more logs. (rarely bigger than your thigh) Dad would come home for lunch and fill it for the afternoon and evening. If I was home from school I would do it. Cleaning out the ashes was my job as a kid.