I'm so sad to come downstairs in the morning before work (that's 6am you lucky dogs) to find the heat is on.
Not because we left it on. No sir. I set the heat religiously to 55 degrees at night, such a difference from the balmy 63 degrees during waking hours.
But because the heat needs to be on to keep the house at 55 degrees.
That's right, I'm paying for my house to be 55 degrees. In the winter. For heat.
It could be worse. After the weather this weekend with it's charming arctic front, I'm simply pleased a tree did not fall onto our house. Or worse, a neighbor's house.
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Trade ya! We had a new record "high" this week. It was the lowest high recorded for Pueblo!
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