Right. I picked the most uncomfortable day of the year to go see if I could finish stacking the wood. Usually I have the wood stacked in April at the latest but not so this year. So here I was, between slapping the cussed deer flies and wiping the sweat so it didn't run into my eyes and get on my glasses... I didn't get much stacked. Quit and came to the air conditioned house. Much better in here! The wood can wait; it won't rot.