Gotta love it Butch!
Some day I'll have the outdoor or wood furnace. I'm up at 5am stoking the old glenwood cookstove so that when other's wake, it's warm. It's become a bit of a ritual though and I don't mind it so much, just me and the cat and the crackling pop of hatmatack kindling the stove. I sometimes think about all the others who have done the same on the old girl (cookstove from 1909) and I'm transported back in time a bit, too a simpler time.
Of course I could always turn the oil furnace up too a reasonable person's minimum temp, but no one ever called me reasonable
and I just hate the thought of it kicking on!