I love you.
I love you.
Oh, how I love you.
I hear the pellets
fall into the ceramic cup
plink plink plink plink plink.
And I sigh with relief.
I've cut the thermostat back to 62 degrees to keep the thing from running constantly. I only bought a ton and a half of wood pellets this winter! At this rate we'll have burned through them all by the end of February!
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