A strange and magical thing happened this morning. The heat clicked on downstairs. I suppose I should have tested it earlier, but no matter. The heat came on today. I don't keep it very warm in here. I like it cooler. I enjoy the fall. But when I first moved to Vermont I was told not to let the inside of the house get below sixty degrees, else there may be problems with the pipes.

The heat coming on brings strongly to mind the fact that it's time to start my wood pile. I've got a couple of leads, and will be making some calls today. Welcome, cold weather! I've missed you!