For two days the wood stove has been cold, and for no better reason than pure, cussed laziness, the Commandant's Quarters at Camp J (home of the Northern Expeditionary Force) has been heated to 78 degrees with propane, the first time this season the little gas furnace has been on.
It made me feel unmanly. No man ought to secure comfort with no more effort than twisting a knob. So, as of 0906 local, the flames dance and a ready supply of wood is on the hearh.
Yes, I feel much manlier.Thank you for asking.
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