Half way done.

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Nothing like a big yard and thick wet grass to show one how out of shape they really are. I am doing about a quarter of the yard at a time, hitting it as full throttle as I can, then taking a half an hour to forty five minute break. I end up sweating like nobodies business of course, and a bit out of breath. Still, it is getting done and there just does not look like rain on the horizon. There are clouds on the edge of the horizon, but those look to be moving even slower than I am. No shade, perhaps. At least there is no chance that the weathermen are wrong and it will rain, at least as far as my needs go.

The day is, or seems warm. It is not quite burning hot, but still, not my favorite type of day. Humidity seems mild, but then again, perhaps I worked up a sweat before I could rightly tell. I like days like these if I can find a nice cool pool of water, lake, or river, with few others around. A swing that allows one to plunge in would also be good. If I did not have so many things to do, I would love to go out and find such a place. And, as a fact, I do know of a few places to check for vacancies. Maybe tomorrow, since work is off the menu.

I best get back to it. If my neighbor is interested in helping pack, then I had best be ready. Even if not, it would be good to knock this task off, have a bite to eat when I have cooled off enough, then get to packing myself. Vroom!