Better slide a smoothie my way with a little something alcoholish in it--my muscles are aching after lurching through my proposed garden patch behind a borrowed tiller! Gardens are sacred, and are a great source of community pride! My neighbors all know that they'll be dining on the proceeds of my garden, and I'm pleased to know that they're looking forward to it. But for now my shoulders ache and I don't have anything to offer AllanC to add to his blender. Well, unless you count the bugs that the grackles think are MARVELOUS now that I've been disturbing the yard! They didn't wait for me to turn off the machine and walk away from it. They seem to know I won't challenge them for whatever those wiggling brown bugs are.

Move over snat, I need to stretch out on the recliner for a few minutes. . . (Sage is heard to be be breathing evenly, head turned to the side, not quite drooling in her sleep, her smoothie sitting neglected on a side table, forming a ring of condensation on the faux wood)