Today I walked at lunch with Kim and Gina. We were talking briefly about how Michael and I managed while we didn’t have a furnace, and I said it wasn’t too bad, since we have a wood stove. The only issue was that it’s a small stove, and would burn out overnight.

One of the two commented how that must have been annoying, having to get out of bed when it’s really cold.

I said, no way! Becuase the first thing I got to do was go downstairs and PLAY WITH FIRE! YAY!

At which point I got a matched set of incredulous looks.

The best response I could make was to say, “I like fire,” shrug, and go on.

Somedays, I discover I’m even less like other people than I had previously thought.

But it’s okay. Because I really do like to play with fire.