The bee stings on my face, where I was able to reach and scratch out the stingers, they’re fine. The third is still sore, and I’m still getting a bit of the wooziness associated with the toxin.

mr B left a trailerload of wood, and an additional pickupload we just poured on the ground. The pickupload is now stacked, and amounts to about a third of a cord; the trailer probably holds an additional cord and a half or maybe two. I’m just getting ready to order this stove, and hopefully the heating bills will be much reduced this winter. Wife and I are wrecked, though we have days of work left to do to get the wood under wraps. Daughter is playing like she spent yesterday roller skating. Getting old suckles.