I’ve just been a slackass blogger because I haven’t been a slackass in my analog life. In fact, lately I’ve been working like a rented donkey.

With the help of the two Dans (one of who’s the source of the rented donkey and other amazing aphorisms), I’ve got about two, maybe two-and-a-half, cords of wood in the basement, and another two or three cut outside. A bunch of the wood inside is split, and it’s all sorted by relative moisture content (from “just plucked from the mighty Amazon” to “90-year-old Vegas prostitute”).

Of course, I’ve also been hitting the wood pile by myself a lot better this year than I have before, so I even had a bunch opf work done before the Dans came over. Anyway, long story short, it’s all good. I’ve just been, in the imortal words of Lynyrd Skynyrd, “a truck drivin’ man.”