I woke just before the sun rose over the pines that line our dead end road.  It was Mike's night to stoke the fire and it's always a little cold on his mornings.  He likes it that way.  I let him sleep while I feed another log to Calcifer.  With my chair pulled up close to the stove's belly and the percolator on top, I read and knit a few rounds.  It takes almost two hours before the dark roast starts to perk, but I don't mind.  I enjoy the quiet moments of solitude in our tiny house.  One by one, the rising scent of fresh perked coffee wakes my sleeping babes and so begins the day.

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