When its in the teens outside and your stove is pulling such a good draft that your temps are at 600, secondaries have been firing for hours, and the house is warm as hell. All the while you see the propane trucks going on by and your power meter is just barely moving. The feeling is compounded by the fact that should the strong winds topple one of the many dead locust trees lining your road you will still be warm and able to heat food and water. This really is a good feeling isnt it? Yall have a warm and restful night.