literalism
After a late night last night playing on the old banjo and singing, both Leah and I needed a nap this afternoon. Unfortunately, as is too often the case with naps, we awoke cold, sore, and completely incapacitated. But life goes on, and the dog had to be walked. Marginally more aware of my surroundings, I volunteered. Leah offered to come along, but since she could barely walk I told her to stay and keep the home fires burning.
"Ok," she said. "I'll turn on the heat."
That's my story for today; there's no more. We really were singing last night, though, and playing not only the banjo but other instruments as well, including but not limited to bass, mandolin, and a very expensive borrowed Dobro that I was about afraid to touch. There was not, however, a single "fee fie fiddly ie oh." It seems almost a shame.