I snapped this picture on our way out the door this morning.  The sensor for the thermometer is on our back deck.  The whole time I was getting dressed in the warmth radiating out of the furnace I was thinking about those poor souls who spent the night on a park bench, inside a cardboard tent, or under an overpass.  Whether people are without shelter from a series of unfortunate incidents or through their own decision, it is with a sad heart that I imagine their miserable night's sleep.  While I kept warm from the insulating characteristics of the comforter and pillow-top mattress, fathers, mothers, sons, and daughters were lying in a brutal sub-zero environment.  What is the answer to our growing homeless population?