It is a rather cold and foggy morning here in the San Francisco Bay area, and all is quiet. The house down the hill from me, which I can see through my kitchen window, appear to have a fire roaring in their fireplace this morning. There is a waft of white/blue smoke seeping out of their chimney.

And I am reminded that houses in Iceland do not have chimneys, none of them.


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