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In your honor, in your present days, the woman who is now your wife, in her honor, I have turned on my fake fireplace. I have a heater. I don't need to use the heater because my heat of radiant actually feels like being in the sun in the summertime, or even in the winter when you're out of the sun. So I officially turned on the heat this month, finally. I can turn on a little heater on it, but I modified it so the flickering fire visual effect looks more realistic. I just turned off my bright lights and I'm down to mood lighting, which I love at this time of night. In honor of that woman who was caught on fire as she curled by the fire, I have turned on the visual effect. It looks like a small heater stove over there with the flickering fire. This is the season for the fireplace. The fireplace partially embodies the soul, the spirit of autumn. I don't know why it's my favorite season. You think, well, there's so many seasons that have more to offer. Summer is teeming with life. It's also too hot part of the time. It's nice. I like all of the seasons, I guess. But there's something, some kind of wistful kind of mood happens in the autumn. It's chilly outside and you bundle up and put warm thick winter weight cotton hoodie from Linda's Tavern, which I'm wearing right now. A gift from one of the bartenders, Christy. And I've got flannel pajama bottoms on. I'm all cozy.