Brrrrrr! Stupid broken furnace.

It was 50-something degrees in my office this morning, which is well below my comfort level, so I bought some more wood and performed some technical ministrations to be able to work from the living room, where the cozy wozy wood-burning stove resides. However, getting warmth from fire hasn't been as easy as you'd think given all the equipment at my disposal, which now includes:

• A wood-burning stove
• Wood
• Super flammable fire-starting logs
• 100s of matches

Seems like a slam dunk, no? Actually, the starting of the fire is pretty easy, but the keeping going of the fire is a little harder. I'm poking at the fire a lot more often than the owner of a dedicated wood-burning appliance should have to. And, of course, I'm hilariously covered in soot, like some sort of chimney sweeping urchin programmer. It gets on my shirt and hands, which transfers it to my ass, which hilariously transfers it to the couch. Delightful!

Meanwhile, I'm drinking more coffee than ever (warm liquid in my mouth!), and I'm having soup for lunch (warm liquid in my mouth!) and I'm seriously considering a trip to a gay bathhouse for obvious reasons.

The furnace is supposed to get fixed tomorrow. Cross your fingers for me.