Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
Carlo Collodi
Wood was getting hard to find, the fire harder to light.
Cats fed and watered, fire was crackling, my kettle full of water was on the wood stove.
The wood inside was just kindling and cardboard, I would need more.
On my way to do that soon. Yesterday I actually found firewood. Just 4 pieces that were going to be sawn into project wood. Forgotten years ago.
I have 2 left, after today. Soon they would heat the water for coffee.
I also found another 5 gallons of gas. I didn’t have to rush into town. Although it would be nice to pick up my parcels at the village.
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