When the woodstove burns for awhile, all the other rooms get colder. The thermostat is in the room with the woodstove and does not sense the other, cooler rooms. So we sit next to the fire, drowsy at our books, hibernating on Sunday like bears in winter. Someone told me recently that black bears in Maine do not really hibernate. Okay, so we hibernate like woodchucks.
Until something moves me to set up the Christmas tree and admire the festive lights before falling asleep by the stove. Could this be another day of rest?
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