1/2 acre of sodden, tall, dense turf. What a workout, but I couldn't stand looking at it any longer. I missed a spot in front, but I'll get it with the trimmer tomorrow. I saw a guy last week working for a lawn crew, who had cut the bottom out of a heavy plastic bag and tied it around his waist, wearing it like a skirt while he used the trimmer. What a great idea! No more grass plastered into my pants or cuts from flying sticks or rocks. I'm going to do that tomorrow.
Some filing is finished, lots more to do, and a load of laundry is drying right now. I have pizza dough rising and am going to make myself one with pesto, peppers, shredded chicken, and some kind of cheese, probably mozzarella or jack. I'll put olive oil, salt, and garlic powder on it before the toppings. Kind of a pesto focaccia with chicken. Mmmmmmm.