A good day.

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Bits of work this morning, a call to my brother that went through, a few other things.  Not much, but as much as I could do, and then some.  I believe the lock has been removed.  If so, tomorrow, I can get the trailer unloaded, then, perhaps get a second load on it... or part of one.  As well, if I can wake early enough, more digging.

The fellow I travel with can do a four by four by five foot deep pit, by himself, in three to four hours.  Out in the full heat, a hundred degrees or more the last few days.  Yea.  I am around one and an half times his age, with a bad heart.  Heck, going out in the full heat can stagger me these days.  I just suggest, to him, that he be grateful he can work... if a little more sleep would be good.

Though there is always something.  Life hasn't been easy since the garden of Eden.  And, aparently, even that was too difficult to maintain.

I don't have to water anything tonight.  And I am dying for need of sleep.  I could do late chores, except I can't.  It's bedtime.  Good night.