So very tired. 5 hours of yard work will do that to you. The flesh between my thumb and forefinger is completely swollen from sawing down so many limbs, and then sawing them into firewood. My face is cut from whacking myself in the head with a dead tree. (Those suckers are hard to pull out of the ground.) And I smell like smoke from burning all of the dead wood. But at least it's all done for the season. I'm too tired to cook; I don't know what I'm going to eat. And I have to finish my exchange. Woe is me. grin But I think a beer and tv is about all I'm up to tonight. I can't believe I have a 2 inch gash on my chin. Jaj!

I finally got that set of encyclopedias out of my office, only to fill up the space with ... The Skein That Wouldn't Dye exchange. Jaj! Only half of them are in and they're overflowing behind my desk. They're all lovely though.

I snuck another bottle of Belgian - I wasn't as excited this time. Maybe it was because of my mother's grand extolation: It tastes like beer. hmph.