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It is the morning of 3 February 2017, I wake up, dress, brush my teeth, grab my favorite blazer instead of a sweatshirt, and head to the family room of my father-in-law’s ranch house. I clean out the fireplace that doubles as the wood stove heating for the home, and lit the fire for the day.

I’ve never lit a wood stove fire before.

Before today, I’d watched my husband do it five days in a row.

I have no supervision, despite the monster in the back of my mind screaming for it.

Yes, I have to rearrange the burning logs three or four times for optimum air flow. Now they are crackling away and in about twenty minutes I’ll need to add another four or five logs to keep it going for a few more hours. It rained all night and most of the morning, and it’s an every so balmy 46º F outside. Not sure what it is inside, but I’m developing a morning tea habit.

Not that I didn’t already have one.

After I’m sure the fire is going, my anxiety monster screaming in my ear that the noise probably woke someone up, I head to the kitchen and pour myself a bowl of almonds, craisins and milk, because what’s a guy to do when he can’t have cereal?

Then, I unload the dishwasher while my darling husband comes in and has some breakfast. It’s not a good day for him. The rain is not making his joints very pleasant.

He heads back to his computer. I step to the fire to check on it, and nearly break out in tears.

No one has told me I’m not doing enough this week.


That was my morning this morning. Yes, I posted some of it on Instagram, and if you feel like following me there, great. Hunt me down on Facebook first. Now, I’m hanging out at a spot with free Wi-Fi right now, and I’ll do my best to do what I can, when I can. In the meantime, I have a Monday post up right now, so…yeah. Love you all!

As a final note, NO, the webcomic will NOT stop.

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