I normally have two modes when I get a delivery of firewood. Either I stack it straight away or I wait until it's been rained on and get depressed over it (in both cases it takes ages because I take 15 minute rests between about a dozen armfuls).

I got the last load for this winter yesterday, and looked at today's forecast. It said rain after 8am. So instead of doing it before dusk I planned to get up and do it before 8am.

So, I do actually get up, and walk the dog. It's windy and you can see the grey pregnant clouds in the distance. So I get back on my phone, telling myself I've got time. After about half an hour of this I realise I've got a load of pairs of working gloves I can use (I was umming and ahhing because I couldn't find my leather forestry gloves). Then I actually got up, put the gloves on and stacked all the wood in one go. It started spitting just at the end. All hail vaguely proficient executive function!