Help arrived.

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Branches.  I mean a lot of them.  Plus, he cut many high level branches I couldn't reach.  I checked my chainsaw.  The sprocket washer seemed okay, just a little loose?  I tightened that on my way out, but didn't finish it.  I showed it to the man, he finished it.  It worked perfectly after.

So I helped cut and stack, to my limit and more.  At a point, all I could do was slowly help stack.  Only did that far for shame at not having these things done already.

Mom and I had a great breakfast this morning.  Then crashed.  She tried to wake me several times, If I didn't hear her.  Not until I heard the chainsaw was I able to wake.  Even then it was terribly difficult.

Four, or five, massive loads... that front tree finished.  Down I go again, after supper.  And a shower.  Mom talked me into the shower, a very good choice.  Oh?  Don't wear shorts while cutting and stacking branches!

Yes, sleep.  Lots of it.  Good night.