Every morning that I wake up and I’m breathing, I can feel it and take a moment to say, you know, ‘Thank God I’m alive for another day.‘
Ron Cephas Jones
Cutting wood done for today. Breathing was extremely difficult. I got the wood to the chopping block, grabbed the saw and machete and went inside.
I had to do a controlled collapse on the floor. I am still here typing while I try to catch my breath.
It might be the -46 they say, or my lungs are getting worse. It could even be a bad sharpening job, my saw was producing fine dust instead of the chips of wood. That made cutting difficult, and who knows what I inhaled.
The logs were heavy. It means that they won’t throw much heat and will be difficult to split.
I will go out in a while to try. Another cold night and of course, the extreme cold event has been extended maybe for weeks not days.
I went back out, chopped the wood. I almost made it inside, I slipped fell on my back, the load toppled at the door. I got half inside on the sled. The rest had to be tossed inside. After that stacking.
Now I am laying down, trying to recuperate from today’s work.
7 years ago today I was in an operating room. My neck vertebrae were being fused. The stupid thing was my neck didn’t hurt as much as my back, but my back was ignored. Today, my back still hurts every day.
Well, it’s official, they used the words. Polar vortex -55. I was right about the wood. It’s wet it’s hardly burning, it is 7 degrees downstairs. 15 degrees in the fire room. I will need to add burnable garbage to keep the fire going every hour, there will not be any sleep tonight.
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