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08 March 2010 @ 05:49 am
So we have a wood stove in the new place, which keeps us pretty warm for basically free (the landlords have so very much wood from dead trees on the property...)

...but I woke up at 5ish this morning, freezing. Turns out we'd done something wrong with turning air flow to the fire down for the night, and it was out completely.

So it is not yet 6am, and I have started a fire (for maybe the first time in my life, as one generally keeps the asthmatic away from such) and am babysitting it and drinking hot cocoa, so that the family's breadwinner (heh, breadmaker) can sleep in till a bit past dawn.

-- And blogging about it.
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08 March 2010 @ 08:13 am
..Which may suggest that poets are contagious?

Here I am, quietly

My once futures --
     hovercar to my lab
my gallery my
tragic early death
                         on Mars

unmourned.  Now
under silver air snow-tasting,
dew-drop meteorites from
shivering pines, the snap
of our new-wakened fire
I have

     hot porridge
for two, and poetry
quietly brewing

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