People who live in glass houses...

We were coming home from church this morning, and Rich saw this cut-up tree by the side of the road. He couldn't resist, so after he changed his clothes, he went back, asked permission, and brought back a vanload of wood. This isn't easy considering that we can't get into the back of the van. The wood has been dead awhile and is nicely seasoned. Yay!

Later we did some stuff I'm not allowed to talk about yet. (Hint: the initials are ZZ!)