The old adage"it will take twice as long and cost twice as much" has been reverberating in my head the last few weeks. It seems as if "Murphy" has paid me a visit. Three weeks ago I stepped down off the logs on the log rack and twisted my ankle pretty bad. Then last week I spent two days in the bed with the flu. I told you that to explain why I'm still cutting trees. :(
I've got all but three cut down at the parsonage. Now I just have to get the logs up and clean up. That will probably take my two off days next week. Then I can move on to my mama's house. What I was hoping I could do in two weeks is looking more like four or more weeks.