Fireplaces and Chimneys
In a funk.
Or a simulacrum of a funk. In a funk over a semi-minimum of moolah.
But hey, let’s lock ’n’ load, baby. *Puts on ridiculous game face*
You: “Not foolin’ me, buster. You wanna quit, don’tcha?”
Me: “Ahhhh…’m busted. Guilty as charged.”
You: “DON’T YOU DAMN DO IT. Even on the bad days. Especially on the bad days.”
Me: “Ya think? Why? Nobody cares.”
You: “Oh, pooh. You don’t know what everyone knows.”
Here are the usual log sizes:
One cord of wood = 128 cubic feet.
Majestic Throats and Damn-the-Dampers!
I’m stuck in the flue, Sue.
Take a powder, chum.
Have a chunk of wood, and grant me this wish:
Carry on until another day, finding signal in the noise.
“Let your mind become a lens, thanks to the converging rays of attention; let your soul be all intent on whatever it is that is established in your mind as a dominant, wholly absorbing idea.” — Antonin-Dalmace Sertillanges
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