The rock I live under got pretty cold this weekend so I built a fire in the fireplace. Not because that’s an efficient way to heat a home (I used the furnace for that; it worked well), but because it’s nice to have a fire in the fireplace. Building it, watching it. And then I listened to Steely Dan with my wife while the kids played on the circular shag carpet and we all ate grapes and Triscuit crackers. It was nice.
None of that will ever be on Instagram. In fact aside from this very non-detailed description of it, none of it will ever be on the internet period, because we’re old fashioned and we like it that way. I hope when my kids are my age they can choose not to put things on the internet.
Now drink your big black cow and get out of here.