The End of Intelligible Writing?

After realizing I spend more time with my blog than my husband, I think it's time to make a declaration: I am running out of things to write. I may take a leave of absence if my husband turns out to be a good time after all (it's all so fuzzy... I can barely remember...) or I may, instead, just write progressively worse crap until you quit reading altogether. For instance, last night was really really cold so cold you didn't want to go out side and it was so cold I had to keep putting logs on the fire. And the logs were burning a lot and smoking a lot but it was so cold outside it barely helped get the house warm inside. Gosh it was cold. Except right inside the fireplace, there it was really really hot....