Back in my bachelor days, I rented a house in a small Illinois town that had little insulation. There was a gas heater in the living room, so I kept that around 60 F. but didn't heat the remainder of the house. I had to relent and get a heater for the bathroom once my fiancée started coming to visit since she had trouble dealing with a 50 F. bathroom. The pipes in the kitchen used to freeze on cold days, but I just waited for them to thaw before I ran water or washed clothes, as the washer and dryer were in the kitchen area. I was going to get a dishwasher, but the woman who was to become my wife insisted laundry was more important. I never minded the laundromat, as a 6-pack, a boom box and a good book always made the time go fast there.