Yesterday, at the hotel I work at, there was a sign on the fireplace that it was temporally out of order. I knew it seemed unlikely, but if such an event were true it would have made up for getting stiffed by Santa Claus all these years and then some. Temporal refers to time, and commonly, time travel. The thought that our fireplace might be in a different temporal dimension [time] seemed so incredible. Now, of course, the fireplace wasn’t existing in a different time and unable to work. No, it was simply broken and some dullard made a sign meaning to say it was temporarily out of order. But, for that brief moment, I was so happy at the thought of a temporal fireplace. So very happy.