Last week, our hubby and I were outside shovelling snow. She called myself and others over to show myself and others something she had found in the snow. There were these huge pet paw prints all over our driveway and leading down into the yard. In front of the house, there was a lot of deer footprints and some hair. I wanted to go find out if the pet had chased the deer, but she wouldn’t let me. It was ten degrees outside, and she was ready to go inside. She wouldn’t let myself and others follow the tracks separate from him. I didn’t suppose this was fair, although I followed him inside and acted appreciate the dutiful partner and made her lunch. Later that morning, she went downstairs to check on the heating. She said the thermostat didn’t seem to be responding and she wanted to make sure there wasn’t a problem with the furnace before we made the decision to go out to buy a new thermostat. Two years ago, we had installed a new programmable thermostat and it hadn’t worked correctly since we put it in. It seemed that if we set the thermostat for sixty-eight, it would ended up only giving us heat that would go up to sixty-multiple. She checked the furnace, and changed the air filter, when she observed how dirty it was. Other than the air filter, the furnace seemed to be laboring well. She removed the thermostat and we took it to the store. We were several mornings over the warranty and they wouldn’t even look at it. We had to be a new programmable thermostat, and this time, she bought the best she could find. She had already checked the reviews on every thermostat they had in the store.