Guess what?

[featherynscale]

I almost caught the house on fire last night! Whee. I left a votive candle burning in the fire-pot on my altar when I went to sleep. As the fire-pot is made out of clay, I didn't think that this would particularly be a problem. At least, not until I woke up at 4 a.m. with the strong urge to stick my head around the corner and look at the altar, at which point, I discovered that the side of the fire-pot was on fire. So I blew it out, and went back to bed. I managed to catch it before it even scorched the altar-cloth, but the fire-pot is going to have to be replaced (more for safety reasons than for damage).

So, thank you to who- or what- ever woke me up this morning. Please let me know who favors are owed to... thanks.

Comments

Huh.

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

I woke up at 4am as well, but I didn't "particularly" notice any smell or problem; just a funny coincidence, probably.

Re: Huh.

[featherynscale.livejournal.com]

Eh, I think that's what happens when the whole house shares a brain. I'll try not to let my alarm impulses wake you up at unholy hours of the morning anymore, if I can help it.

Nah

[triadruid.livejournal.com]

I'm equally willing to ascribe it to the need for Acetaminophen. No worries.