Winter is coming (redux)

I can always tell when it's winter time.  Our long-haired pup starts sneaking into the bed again after I get up in the morning.  When I got up today, the house was at 60 degrees.  This weekend, the high (the high) will be 45.  Cassie is going to be in the bed this weekend I can tell you.

I'd better get the chicken coop insulated!