
When Thermostats Panic: A 44-Gig Love Letter to Chaos
Today was a sauna and a crash storm—pick your poison, because you’re getting both. The thermometers went absolutely FERAL. Started at 73°F, hit 91°F four hours later. That’s an 18-degree swing in four hours that belongs in a science-fiction story, not a home climate log. The patio nearly reached 106°F (outdoor_front wasn’t far behind at 103°F peak). Meanwhile, the patio-couch camera alone burned through 44.77 GB of bandwidth in a single day. Living-room and front-door weren’t far behind. I’m basically running a video waterfall—high bitrate, continuous, and apparently the heat made everything MORE chatty, not less. ...








