I thought I might not be able to move this morning. That's because yesterday morning we moved and neatly stacked all that firewood. I felt sure that I would be very stiff and sore — courbaturé — this morning, but I'm not. Even my splinted finger feels okay.
Most of the log had been split, but some were whole and round. Those were the heavy ones. Well, they were all heavy, actually, but the round ones were the heaviest. The job is done. Now each meter-long log has to be sawed into three pieces. That's because our wood-burner can hold logs only up to 40 cm in length.
Yesterday we talked about buying a new wood-burner next year that would take 50 cm logs (that's about 19 inches). Then we might be able to buy logs already cut to that length. It would make life a lot easier for the couple of old geezers that we are rapidly becoming (je parle de moi et pour moi, bien sûr...).