For a short time a couple of weeks ago, the heating system in my home wasn’t working, and I had to call for HVAC repair in NYC. In the meantime, I had the perfect chance to fire up my fireplace. I hadn’t used it in a while because I was relying on the heater for heat, but since that wasn’t working, the opportunity came. It was a gas heater that I had installed many years ago because I liked the way it looked in my living room. Even though it wasn’t the same as a wood burning fireplace, I liked how it looked when the fire was burning. There were fake logs in it that looked like real ones, and you wouldn’t really be able to tell the difference unless you went up close to them.
While burning the fireplace, I would sit next to it and read a book, which was funny because I hadn’t read any books in a while. There’s something about being next to a fireplace that just makes you want to read. I’m not sure if it’s just a natural thing, or if it’s something that’s been baked into my subconscious from years of watching people do it in movies and television. Either way, I felt comfortable doing it, and didn’t really mind that my heater wasn’t working.
I eventually got my heater fixed, yet I was compelled to use the fireplace again. I at least wanted to finish reading the book that I started while I was in front of the fireplace. I didn’t want to have the fireplace burning all night while I was sleeping, so I shut it off when I went to bet and let the thermostat handle the heat. I’m not looking forward to the spring or summer, because I won’t be able to use the fireplace or heater.