Occasionally I go camping with friends.
The mornings resting around a campfire can be unbelievable just talking to friends and staring into the fire. I can say many times I will completely zone out on the fire thinking about random thoughts. Like how life would be weird if a caveman had an actual heater? Not a firepit of twigs, wood and I’m guessing creature parts. Maybe after a long day of walking around in the wilderness hunting or berrypicking they could just come back to their cave and rest their feet which were actually filthy on a cement with a oil furnace vent pouring warmth over their head. This to some seems impossible because electricity didn’t exist. I continue to think how can said cavemen get her hands on something that can do the same effect. Only thing I can think about is eventually they created a fireplace however I’m sure the rocks were just thrown everywhere and it was just awful arenament. I think our anxiety is building up thinking about how disorganized they would be. I kind of wish I was lake apartment right now with our feet on our radiant floors pondering this stuff. There is a little breeze kicking up that is a bit freezing so I know I won’t be outside long. What if cavemen had radiant floors? I have to stop thinking about this stuff as I’m going to try and make this make sense however there is no way. I heard our neighbor John ask myself and others a question and obviously I wasn’t listening because our brain is in the cement age currently. I nodded to him agreeing. She then said alright go gather more wood. I should’ve been paying attention, but now I am the caveman.