You're a Furnace

December 7, 2014 4:09 PM

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This morning I arose in a very cold house. It was 48 degrees in the warmest part of the living room. How cold is that? Well, I'll put it this way. I woke up to the sound of my dog drinking out of the toilet, strike that, cracking through a layer of ice to drink from the toilet! Now, that is something not everyone can claim they've experienced. And as awful as that may sound to some of you, know I could have avoided it. It was a choice. The farmhouse has two wood stoves, one in the back mudroom near the plumbing and one in the living room. Had I stoked both the fires and got up a little earlier it could have been a lot more comfortable than this, but since the temperature wasn't dropping below zero outside I chose to put my energy towards sleep instead of comfort.

And sleep I did! I got a solid eight hours under wool and sheepskins, Gibson the border collie curled up under the covers by my chest. Together we are a kindled fire and were warm as could be inside our little nest. I woke up smiling in the dark and watched the steam rise off my skin and swirl in th...

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