On the way down the one-lane road from our house to the main road, we noticed that there was a small tree down in the road, blocking about half of it -- enough out of the road that people could easily get past, though. On the way back it was still there, and so I stopped the truck and went to see if I could get it more out of the road, and as I was pulling on it, considered that it would make fairly good kindling for the fireplace. So I broke what I could of it up into manageable chunks, and then poked around in the truck and found a small saw, and cut the rest of it into four pieces that I could lift. And, all in all, had a nice 15 minutes of exercise while I was doing it.
A couple of people drove past while I was working on it; one of them stopped to ask if I'd hit the tree, since he saw a couple of bits of truck-grille in the snow where the base of it was -- I told him it sure looked like someone had, but it wasn't me. The other person just smiled and waved as he drove by.
It feels good to be home.