And her mind was set to getting all that firewood stacked, so for me it was a simple case of "Their's not to reason why, Their's but to do and die" (that fellow Tennyson again!)
I now have so much firewood stacked that I had to add a codicil to my last will, "... in the event of my not being around long enough to use it all up, I hereby bequeath all my remaining firewood to ..."
Now it's back to Nancy Pearl's "More Book Lust".