This comic reminded me of the energy crisis back in the ‘70s. My parents closed off what we called the “living room” back then. It had gorgeous hardwood doors that you could draw together. Closing off that room from heat resulted in a chilly atmosphere where you could actually see your breath! It also resulted in piano practice that no one else had to endure – which may have been a bonus feature for my dad.
On a non-energy crisis day, my sister and I would lay in wait for Dad to come home from work. When he entered the house, we’d strike up, “Hail to the Chief,” most notably. We thought we were pretty funny. Of course, we would “pound on those keys” with other renditions. This could be why my father went outside to garden so often, now that I think about it?
Just a reminder that sometimes a crisis provides a silver lining.