VIWHEN I CAME IN FROM outside, it felt good to be inside. The air had warmed up, so I'd left my chore coat on it's hook, only taking my ball cap and bandanna. Plus a sweatshirt. Since I was splitting cut wood and ricking it up for the coming winter, I was down to a sweat-soaked t-shirt pretty soon after I started.
I'd made some good progress on that pile of wood, and had another idea for that story. So I clunked the ax into the splitting stump, then untied my bandanna from around my forehead to mop the rest of my face. Then walked into the cabin, picking up my sweatshirt on the way.
It was warmish inside, too much for me right now. I leaned over and opened up the north window first. That would help. But not quite enough. I needed a breeze, if only for a little while. So I kneeled on the
