Thinkinf of Jack London
It's been a damp and dreary day in the greater Philadelphia area today, and so this afternoon while valverdi was out, I shoveled the ashes out of the fireplace and built a new fire. It was blazing merrily by the time she arrived home, and we are now sitting in the great room enjoying the warmth and the smell and the crackling pop. The dogs like it too. Valerie is sitting and reading (the fourth book in Danial Abraham's excellent series), and I'm taking a brief break from throwing words at the Conroy sequel.
(ten minutes later)
Our domestic idyll was briefly shattered at the discovery that the puppy had pooped in the kitchen. Bad puppy! We pause for quick clean-up, and while I'm up I might as well make a trip outside for more firewood... back now, another log on the fire, and all is once more right with the world.
(ten minutes later)
Our domestic idyll was briefly shattered at the discovery that the puppy had pooped in the kitchen. Bad puppy! We pause for quick clean-up, and while I'm up I might as well make a trip outside for more firewood... back now, another log on the fire, and all is once more right with the world.