Aw, that brings me back. I grew up on a wood furnace. My dad and brothers used to chop wood, and my dad would light up the fire place before we got ready for school so we wouldn't freeze. And on really cold days, he'd turn on the actual heater, and I'd sit on that thing in my nightgown and blanket and hog all the hot air until I had 5 minutes left to get ready for school. I would eat my cheerios wrapped up in blanket and heater, throw on a sweater and boots, and head off to school. Those were the good days. I don't miss 'em. But I kind of do....