Indeed, it started with sorting the recycling and loading it into the back of the van for the next trip to town. Then it got worse when I tackled the storeroom under the porch. At this point I've been at it for a couple hours and have another hour to go and then will give it up for today. My back is starting to hurt.

We've just had Scott's son Gunnar home for a quick overnight visit. Emil and Everett were beside themselves with excitement. Gunnar doesn't get out here very often and can't stay long when he does, but they think he is a real hero. It helps that he likes to play with kids and is willing to give them a little of his attention.

All right, back on my head.

(you have heard that joke, right? guy gets to hell, the devil's showing him around to see where he prefers to stay. they look into a room where everyone's knee-deep in shit, shovelling. they look through another window the same but where everyone is sitting drinking coffee and having a smoke. guy says 'i'll take this one!' and the devil opens the door for him and hollers to the others 'coffee break's over — back on your heads!')

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