The serendipity of distraction
Mar 14, 2018
2 minutes
“How about a fire?” my husband says, heading for the wood stove, and I smile, knowing I’ll be toasty warm in, oh, 45 minutes to an hour. The wood is already in and the kindling chopped. Where everything jams up is the newspaper-crumpling.
There is no sheet of newspaper, which Dave has theoretically already
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