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Or more correctly, the singular, One Log Split.
Because I was all decked out in corduroy. And because I was feeling all lumberjacky. Or maybe it’s because I was all decked out in corduroy that I was feeling lumberjacky. That’s a tough call. But either way, log splitting happened. Sort of. Eventually.
It’s times like these that I’m reminded of the yet to be written, sure to be best seller, Zen and the Art of Log Splitting.