The kids and I are enjoying the first wood stove fire of the way-too-long heating season. The last fire will probably happen about the time the trees are budding out in late April or early May. But we don't want to think about that now. This evening the fire feels good; there's nothing like the radiant warmth of a real fire. Up until now we have been using the propane heater, but it just sends the heat straight up to the peak of the ceiling, not radiating it like the wood stove.
The Hermit is at duck hunting camp tonight, about sixty miles north of here. There have not been many ducks to be seen lately, but maybe something will show. It's more for the tradition, I'm not waiting for a duck to put in the roaster.
Oh, it's time for The Red Green Show. Gotta go. Maybe I'll even stay up for Monty Python at 11.