It seems there's always something interfering with the quality time I want to spend out in my yard. 'Puter stuff again this weekend (sorry, MOM, that's all I'll say about it, 'cause I've almost finished shopping for all of the stolen bits now.) I have a few down branches, and I have to put up a couple of sections of fence. I did fill my lawnmower gas can this afternoon, so I'm ready for the season.

14 to go to a really big one, so Rapaire, if you're aiming at it, you'd better be paying attention.
SRS