Roadkill

The last few days have consisted of moving and stacking firewood. Tuesday morning my friend had a little over a cord dropped off. Unfortunately, he's out of the country on business. I hadn't thought it would be a problem, but the truck couldn't fit through the arch into his courtyard. They dumped the wood in the street. So I had to move it out of the street, go to work, and go back to his house to stack it. Yesterday and today I'm stacking my last delivery of firewood.

On to the roadkill. Fabbio, my best friend here, hit a hare with his car the other day. Yesterday he called and asked us if we wanted to eat dinner with him. Marie fixed a red lentil soup and maple cream dessert, and we all had a great meal.