wood

My firewood was supposed to be here yesterday, appearing while I was at work. I forgot to leave the check out in the shed, and they didn't get it cut because their chainsaw broke.

It's like being a member of a cargo cult, not that I've ever lived in the most primitive part of Africa and worshipped airplanes that might drop cargo. (must have been really old planes?) ...like a cargo cult because I'm so wound up about it getting here, if I do everything right it will show up. I know when it does appear, I'll stand and gape at it for a while. ...then spend a few days stacking it in the woodshed.

Overthinking the whole subject, must be time to walk the dog!