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Our garage has two large barn-style doors, and my forge and anvil and such are stored behind them. there's a layer of  concrete right in front of them, that's old, cracked and broken. when the ground is frozen, the concrete rises up, and it's impossible to open the doors. sliding the anvil out of the garage by two feet is a challenge, so there's no way i can get it all the way to the person-sized garage door and up a step, and then down two steps. so... basically i can't forge durring the winter.

today's the first day the ground's been un-frozen enought to open the doors. YAY! i haven't forged for months so i was out of practice and burned my hand. but still, yay!

That Warm Feeling

Title: That Warm Feeling
Pairing: House/Wilson
Author: alanwolfmoon
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: Sick!wilson, medical stuff, depression and promiscuity.
Summary: The door opened, and he said, without looking, “come back without the urine sample. Or at least close the damned container.” “House,” said a voice, waveringly. House looked. Wilson was standing there, his labcoat for some reason tied around his waist…
 Disclaimer: MINE! ALL MINE!....uh, no. Not mine.
Feedback: Reviews and flames are welcome. (They make it look like I'm writing fast)
Notes and Previous Chapters: 12 there will be at least one more chapter, for sure. if there's more after that, it would likely be in the form of a sequel, rather than another chapter.

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