I felt great this morning.

Woke up and finished my breathing about 7:30. Toddled around the house and did this and that, and finally decided it was cold in the house. I think is was 28° outside. I made three trips out for firewood, three logs each time. Came back and lit the fire. I tended it for a few minutes, then went at sat at my desk.

When it came time to tend the fire again, my groin screamed as I stood, “What the fuck have you done, you dimwitted fool?”

I was stunned. My groin had never talked to me like that before.

Maybe a fire was a bad idea. My groin seems to think so!