On my second trip outside with Paulie this morning, we walked about halfway down the block. It was a beautiful morning. The sun was bright, the air was crisp and cool (about 39 degrees F). A red maple was in full glory, the crimson leaves still clinging to the branches and settling on the dew-covered ground. I counted the houses I walked past whose furnaces were sending plumes of steam above the roofs. I love mornings. But I'm not ready to turn the furnace on.