“We’re going to win Sunday. I guarantee it.”

Joe Namath

I wanted to play an old video game. It’s Sunday. I need to run the generator to do that. I won’t do that without splitting wood. Only there is no woodcut or brought in to do that.

Chainsaw needs gas and bar oil, so I do that. Then it’s outside to cut blocks. None are easy to get at, deep snow and ice slow me down.

My aches pain and breathlessness, slow me down. Dizziness that’s a different problem.

I manage to cut a dozen or so blocks, and I am even able to grab the wheelbarrow, load it full of wood and push it into the garage next to the splitter.

Now I am struggling to breathe as I rest on the couch typing this. The snow is deep and coming down hard. The solar panels are straining to make power through the fallen and falling snow.

After a respite, I need to gas up the gen get it outside and running. Split the wood, bring it around the house and inside where it can be used to heat the house.

I just wanted to play an old video game. It’s Sunday.

After I finish the daily chores, cut wood, transport wood, split wood, transfer it again, feed the winter birds, gather snow, set that on the woodstove to melt. Maybe I might get to play an old video game. It’s Sunday.