All night logs ...

So as I'm splitting this past weekend, some of the pieces are knotty and uccoperative. They end up in larger pieces.

I tell myself I can use those to load up for night-time comfort. I start a pile of them.

I make the mistake of thinking to myself, "those are the all night logs ..."

Well you know what happened next, right?

Yup, I had to finish the rest of the woodpile with Lionel Richie in my head.


And now you are cursing me because it is in your head, too