That white stuff on the ground is newly-falling snow.
Yucky, yucky.
That dark thing pictured below is the wood-burning stove. Which I could not light if my life depended on it. I can light a match. I can set fire to newspaper. I can correctly identify wood that can be burned. (It's in a giant firewood thingy next to the stove). I cannot get the whole process to work together.
I just want to go home and lay on a hot rock and bring my blood back to its normal temperature.
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