Working, Working, Working

... At least the end of the 12- to 14-hour days are in sight.

(Maybe. The irony gods tend to have sharp ears).

Took a longer-than-usual lunch today to get John a new pair of hiking boots, which we'll try to break in this weekend. Also ran by the farm and picked up some goodies -- tomatoes, cantaloupe, onions, greens, cilantro and a big honkin' sack of flowers.

Hell continues to progress, although I'm afraid terminal grumpiness is in the offing if I don't get off my butt. Maybe hiking this weekend will help.