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Contented

Today was cold. Not freezing cold, but cold enough for heat. I’ve resisted turning on the furnace so far this season and I’ve been reluctant to fire up the wood stove this early. But today I was cold to the bone and I wanted a small fire in the stove. So I lit one.

And what d’ya know. The neighbors took their air conditioning units out of their windows this afternoon. Well, they had to do it sooner or later. Today was as good a day as any for it. They’re still nodding and waving to me, so I guess it didn’t upset anyone.

It’s so lovely in here this evening with a cheerful fire reflecting off the walls and the toasty warmth.

Abbie has forsaken her fuzzy bed upstairs for the rug in front of the wood stove today. There is nothing that says contentedness like a cat curled up in front of the fire.

Posted on 10/15/06 at 06:53 PM
 




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