So for a few minutes of the 4 hours i slept last night i dreamed i was in this tiny room with a big fire in the fireplace and there was a spot just for me in front of it.. ( for me... or for a dog? ... no, me..). and when i woke up this AM it was so cold out! Wonderful.. i mean, not as cold as Omaha, but cold for Houston. I called Dad @ about 8 this morning and was given a short tutorial on how to make a really good fire ( one that sticks! my damp wood hasn't been catching and i don't have an axe)... so... i'll try Dad's "sticks-in-the-oven" method..