{"id":6783,"date":"2020-02-23T14:08:24","date_gmt":"2020-02-23T21:08:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/?p=6783"},"modified":"2020-02-26T13:08:24","modified_gmt":"2020-02-26T20:08:24","slug":"feb-23","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/rodbinder.com\/journal\/2020\/02\/23\/feb-23\/","title":{"rendered":"Feb 23 The Breach"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u201cOnce more unto the breach, dear friends, once more\u201d.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

William Shakespeare<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once more? That, of course, doesn’t apply. It isn’t once more it is again. Out to chainsaw and soon split. Aches, pains and fatigue are tripled, maybe because I know it is Sunday.<\/p>\n

Chainsawing logs in the deep snow and ice is difficult at best. Hauling the logs out, loading them in the wheelbarrow for transport to the splitter, almost overwhelming.<\/p>\n

Taking a break before I\u00a0 split. Most of the snow for melting is inside and\u00a0 I\u00a0 have a few stainless bowls on top of the woodstove. I got started late it is 2:34 PM.<\/p>\n

I need to get moving.<\/p>\n

\"\"\"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a> \"\"<\/a>\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

Don’t know how, it just got done. Coz it needed doing.<\/p>\n