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Case and I usually do logging in the morning when it is cooler. Years ago when logging was king in the Northwoods, all logging was done in the winter. Horses pulled sleds loaded with trees over the snow to the frozen rivers to wait for spring thaw. Lumberjacks returned to farming during good weather.
Anyway, I digress...after a morning of serious log carrying, I went inside for a rest and nourishment. Leaving my sawdust-covered pants and long-sleeved shirt at the door wearing only a t-shirt in the house until I put them on again to go outside to finish the day's task, I was inside by myself with my pants off when the FedEx guy comes to pick up a package from our porch. Then Al, the mailman, dropped off a box. Can't a woman sit at her kitchen table in the middle of the Northwoods with her pants off? I guess not...
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