I still stink . . .

. . . but, I'm making progress.

While I'm taking care of the "little stuff," Da Kid's been working on the logs, cutting them into chunks that would fit in a fire place. A BIG fire place, which I don't have. As a matter of fact, I don't have one at all. But he's stacking the logs (some of which he's even split) in front of the garage sure that all he has to do is put a sign up and people will immediately start lining up to buy firewood.

In August.