Oh, what profound thoughts can be thunk of in the presence of a glowing fireplace. I doth leap, and lop, and lope around within my brain. Each tiny blue flame exists as a reminder that life is anything but cold. Yes, the blueness of it seems cold, but just you put your hand within; $#^@!#!!q34urhhkk....(hot right?)
Glorious thoughts of a thousand sand flies storm into the face of dreaming. Like moths to a flame, they cling momentarily, go zit, zit, zit, and then no more. Good heavens I've forgotten the chocolate fondue. ~And~ I failed to close the fire screen; no sand flies tonight. Their crunchy goodness brings childhood memories of chocolate covered ants. I simply didn't thunk this through. Ah, popcorn! Now we'll continue 'dc's fireside chat'.
Is it the comfort of the fire that provokes having a little snack. One of my favorite comfort foods is ice cream. Ice cream and a roaring fire equal, milkshake. A couple of more logs and we'll serve hot cocoa.
I must confess I never use pine logs; their sap kind of scares me. All that resin might set my fireplace on fire. It would certainly dampen the business of fireside chats; making this chat... one of one. So there's a profound thought.
There's a nice shiny glow on the walls' wood paneling. Easy to make shadow images... la, la, la,la, see the little finger point at you. It's a bird... no, it's a plane... no, it's a finger!! Wow, do profound thoughts encourage profound behavior? Thunk on that, and I'll return for another one of: 'dc's fireside chat'. (Oh, chocolate covered popcorn is outrageous. I may be sick.)
This is mostly a true story.