My dad used to tell me that there was a small cartoon of a little old guy who appeared every day on the front page of our local paper saying those words. Someone else told me that it was Snuffy Smith. I must say that are many days that I’d agree with ol’ Snuffy on that subject; today is one of them.
It was fairly cold this morning when I took the trash out. I knew that rain, snow, or some ugly combination of the two were supposed to be coming, so I cut up the wood that I’d drug out by the wood stack. Putting the saw in the basement did the trick, as far as warming it up, so it would start easier. I had to sit and rest a few moments at times as I worked, but I just set the chain brake and let the saw run. After getting it all cut, I began stacking it. I was disappointed that I didn’t have enough to finish the stack, but I’ll cut and drag some more when I can. I had four pieces that needed split, so maybe I’ll do that later.