No, this isn't an ad for Viagra.
Just to show you how powerful this blog is, when I got home last night the tree service had returned and finished cutting up the logs in question. No note, no word of apology, but at least I now have 40 or so 18-inch rounds of wood instead of a log the size of Michigan. But as they say, the bark is worse than the bite.
Seriously, if you come by, split it up and haul it away, it's yours. Oh, and if you fix my satellite television reception (the tree people pulled the cable apart while they were killing the trees), I'll throw in an autographed photo of Burl Ives.