evenings at the spaceneedl household...
we eat dinner. we drink wine. we watch a bit of tv.
and we fall asleep on the couch. or in the chair. or just about anywhere in the vicinity of the fireplace.
it's warm. it's mesmerizing. it's just too darn comfortable.
hours later we wake up, barely coherent, and complain about the fireplace.
we trudge off to bed, and complain that the bedroom is just too darn cold. "it's like the arctic tundra in here," mrs. spaceneedle laments. so we bundle up and we snuggle up and we go comatose for a few brief hours.
the following day, it happens again.
it's become a routine. not an ideal routine, perhaps, but a routine nonetheless.