If it's fall, it must be time for the annual firewood-stacking post.
Ethel wasn't around this year to help me, darn it, but Smooch kept me company.
Smooch: We're going to be out here all day, aren't we?
Stacking firewood is painfully boring for the stacker and the watcher...
...and the blog reader who has to suffer through the annual post.
Smooch: At least they can close the page and go read something else. I'm stuck here.