Logjam

Just got back late yesterday from the Cradle of Liberty. I was certainly rocked by Newbury Street. And since I took the liberty of stuffing my face at Quincy Market, I guess Boston's slogan is right on.

I came home to mailbox full of logs. Some 22 to be exact. I hope the mailman didn't strain his back. Although, I'll probably strain my eyes late into the night, catching up with the catalog craziness.

Log love, it ain't easy.