It's officially fall in Atlanta. It's 45 F outside, I could see my breath when I went to the wood pile, and we used the fireplace for the first time.
After struggling to keep the fire going after a few hours we remember that it's not just a wood-burning fire. It's also gas. Yeah, it's cheating, but being able to turn on a gas burner underneath the logs makes things nice and cozy.
In other news, I'm turning in to a cranky old man. I actually honked at skateboarders as I drove into our neighbourhood today. Darn kids were zigzagging across the street going down the big hill.
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