Ah, Michelle! It's good that they're cautious, but even if the head knows it's probably nothing, the wait and...concern...is exhausting.

The excess dirt is probably going where my rhubarb is now (and which I'm moving, as I've intended for several years, out back) and that area in front of the house that is currently not quite level and then drops off down the hill. The 4-quadrant herb garden which I built 25 years ago has been destroyed over the past 10 by loads of firewood being dumped there (no one asked me) or snow and dirt plowed up there. Plus it's gone from full sun to almost full shade Sigh. You'd think the half barrel with the statue in it might have been a clue that it wasn't barren ground...

Anyway, I'm giving up on that location for anything decorative and Drew will level it and probably extend the plateau a bit so that can be an area to dump snow.

It's very sleepy out today and I'm not sure how much (besides cooking that beef tongue) I'll get accomplished today. And a visit from Jeri. And making the phone calls necessary to get the complicated wording just right on the change of beneficiary on Tom's small life insurance policy. And change the bed and wash sheets.

Linn