Finally got myself out and restacked the woodpile. Remembered why I wear work gloves. Ouch. Pulled out several splinters. Beautiful afternoon to do it, good feeling doing it. It's a project that has a beginning and an end. It's not aerobic, but it's a mild workout. Reminded me that fall is coming, that it's time to start a woodpile by the house. Hauling and stacking is my job. Splitting is J's job. That the woodpile fell over is a shame. I'm hoping it won't fall over again, which will work better if I start depleting it. I blame the daycare deer. Or the wind? Will anyone buy that? But it certainly couldn't have been gravity caused by poor stacking. No way.
Heard a woodpecker while working. Neighbor's cows came to watch what I was doing. RT also came to watch, but found the work so exhausting he needed to nap.