While walking my usual 3.25 mile route today, I came across a pile of wood cut into reasonable sized pieces. After the post walk shower, on my way to the post office, I detoured to pick up this wood. Since it is freshly cut, it will need to dry up a bit. Maybe this fall it will make a nice fire. It seems I have gotten back in touch with my pyromaniac roots as well as my inner Protestant. Hmmmm--what a combination.
The actual highlight of this day was a 30 minute conversation (with a man who could double for Santa) about how all the recent ills of our dear country could be laid at the feet of Incarnate Evil aka Dick Cheney. Several months ago I had initiated this same conversation in an equally long line at the same post office. It did my liberal socialist heart good to hear another like mind start such a thread. Too bad the rabble did not get roused. :(