Yard Work

I was out in the yard this morning sweating like a deadbeat writing a check. We have thousands of sticks that drop off our trees from storms and squirrels.

After a while you have to pick up and rake these limbs and twigs. I do not find this fun.

It occurred to me that Boy George doing the exact same thing as punishment for a crime in the state of New York.

Time for a shower, lunch and a nap.