Party time on the prairie

I was suuuch a good boy yesterday.

A half-cord of logs became cut to firewood length, and a little of it even became split. (Yeah, I have a prosaic earwig this morning, thinking of the frontier editors who referred to the corpse on the saloon floor as a man who became shot.   The ultimate in objective journalism.)

Anyway, a man of my age who has been so diligent deserves a reward. So, by golly, I am going to go here. (PDF Alert.)

Lots of pretty playthings for libertarian terrorists, eh?