Still fighting that terrible cold, or whatever it is. Wheezing.
I tried hauling some more wood up to the yard with the tire chains on, but the piles in the woods are all froze together and froze to the ground. I chipped it away, one piece at a time with the spud bar, until I had a smallish load to haul up. If that forester that says I can only cut dead oak trees in the middle of winter had suddenly shown up I would have hit the fucker right in the mouth.
Anyway, I'm back to cutting and splitting and just leaving it lay in the woods until Spring. Then the forester will probably be pissed because I might run over an oak sapling and spread fucking disease. Fuck him.
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