Choristers should not split wood

Holding the Handel Messiah score during choir rehearsal one day after splitting two hunks of hardwood with a new axe from Sears is surprisingly painful. Or I am a wimp. Cold weather is officially coming to town tomorrow so we/I decided to split some wood for our fireplace and give it a dress rehearsal last night. Mr. Bickerson was very tired from a long day spent staring at a computer screen and thinking about a certain breakfast product making its trip safely to an unspecified location and so wood-splitting duties were assumed by me. I won't do it again. Next time I'll just ask someone to beat my hands with a sledgehammer.