Blood alone moves the wheels of history.
Martin Luther
Fuel for today’s fire supplied by the last of hellboard, and me doing the sawing and splitting. A special thanks to Amazon for supplying the cardboard.
Another sleepless night up every two hours. Prostate is a bitch. One that nags you with, if you don’t get up you will pee anyways.
There ain’t much dignity in getting old.
The fire was cracklin, kettle on, cats fed and watered. Just had my morning poop, right consistency, wrong color. It was black, again maybe something maybe nothing. Time would tell.
The fire was burning full throttle, I needed to slow it down. No more fuel inside. I needed the stove to get hot not the chimney.
Although the evidence of creosote on the snow outside says the hot fires are not a bad thing.
Hot fires blow that stuff out before it becomes a hazard. Either by blocking the chimney or starting a fire in the chimney or both.
It is good to burn hot for ten minutes a day. Especially burning the wet boards I have been burning.
Gasoline cans filled, generator filled and started. Thermos filled.
Xbox started, still doing downloads due to Telus throttling download speeds. Maybe it is the servers where the games are stored who knows for sure.
Soon I will be making breakfast and maybe coffee. Then it was off to play as Arthur again.
I decided to wait on freight. I still had a couple more items that I was waiting to arrive.
Spent the day with Dutch and the rest of the gang. A lot of Pinkertons met their demise.
I enjoy the history depicted in the game.
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