Ow.
Ow ow ow.
I just got up off our couch after watching a little TV for about an hour or so and every muscle in my arms, back, and legs started clamoring for attention, all at once.
Three hours, several dozen trips, and a bucket or two of sweat was all it took to shift over eight thousand pounds of wood pellets from my garage to my basement.
Well, those things and the MUCH appreciated help of my father-in-law.
But, with the exception of getting rid of five empty pallets, we’re all done. Only one bag ripped, too! Not bad.

