Finally

The doorbell rang this morning. We weren't expecting anyone, so my first thoughts were Elias was stopping by to pick something up and had forgotten his key like always, or it was some political door to door annoyance.

It was neither. It was a guy selling firewood. The first year we lived in this house a guy came by and we bought wood from him. I expected him to come by the next year, but that never happened. And when you look in the paper for the people who sell wood they always seem like they are too far away from the city. But this year we now have wood. And the guy had a business card. So I have a wood source.

So there will be fires blazing in the fireplace and there will need to be a fire pit night sometime soon.