Practically done!

Song of the day: “Coconut” by Harry Wilson. Awesome song. Makes me want to shake some booty, if you must know. Hah.

So let’s get this blog thing going. It’s rapidly getting late, and though today was a quiet day, all things considered, I’m close to calling it a day.

Yesterday: It was an early morning, really, seeing as there were plenty of preparations to be made before big brother, grandpa and I could depart for the balcony job. There were tools to load, cement bags to be hauled, wooden molds to be carried, and all those other little things that you need on a work day.

We left later than I had planned, but that mainly because binding stuff took more time than anticipated. One of which was the ladder we almost forgot until the last possible moment. Hah. No matter though, we arrived at eleven and immediately got started unloading everything we needed and setting up the molds. Regretfully they always took longer than anticipated and though I did a lot of preparations beforehand the actual concrete pouring wasn’t possible until 14:30.

First we tried it with me mixing cement and grandpa lifting the buckets up the ladder so big brother would be able to smoothen the floor. But that turned out to be impossible since the buckets were too heavy for grandpa to carry up. Since I am not a big fan of heights, and since that floor was well over 8 feet in the air, I couldn’t do much of the lifting because my limbs start to shake some when I stand on a high edge and I get out of breath, that was off too. So we ended up with grandpa mixing the cement and big brother hauling everything back and forth.

I’ll have you know that I conquered some of my height issues and did haul up an odd hundred or two up there, while I spent the majority of the afternoon on my heels and bending over smoothening the new floor surface. Gawd, that was a lot of bending over (have been suffering from severe muscle aches all day today) and of course we didn’t manage to finish the pouring at sunset. Worse, turns out we miscalculated the amount of sand we needed, meaning that Liane and I headed out at dusk to the nearest construction company and had to somehow manage to get a batch of sand to finish up our task. Luckily the place was nearby and still open, so we got a good load for ten bucks and headed back up the mountain so we could finish up.

Didn’t actually manage until nine in the evening. I did the whole floor minus the last two square feet that big brother did. Of course my foot decided to cramp up the moment I started down the ladder after many hours of squatting, which made for an interesting moment of teetering high in the air. Jeez. Stupid effin’ foot. Had to sit down for a bit afterward just to catch my breath. Scared the bejeezus out of me, I’ll tell ya.

As for the balcony...except for the finishing touching, it is practically done, so, yay! Right?

What followed was an hour of cleaning up and hauling stuff to the car. Grandpa, who’s usually in bed around nine in the evening, was pretty beat, so he retreated to the car after having done his fair share, leaving us to the last bits and pieces.

The ride home, feeling rather satisfied that we had managed it all in one day regardless of the hour, I drove home on a basically deserted road. That was rather nice, basically having the road to myself. It certainly shortened our traveling time by more than five minutes. Yay.

Once at home, and after eating the potatoes Cousin Ed had baked for us, we didn’t linger long (only some networking online, and some chats, of course) and managed to be in our respective beds before one in the morning.

Labhana was upset with me yesterday. She’s sit at a slight distance from me, looking at me balefully and turning her head away whenever I’d call her. Poor darling. She doesn’t like me being away most of the day. Chaos on the other hand broke through the door to come and greet me, which his did by jumping up against me, and almost making (shaky) me fall flat on my face. *sigh*

Having learned from the last thirteen hour work-day, I remembered to take a painkiller before going to bed, and slept a solid 6 hours without interruption and managed to catch a total of 7 and a half hours. I was remotely human this morning.

There was a big load of laundry waiting for me this morning, followed by feeding the dogs and then unloading the car from tools and rubbish. Since we were so late yesterday I missed my vet’s appointment with Knight and had to take him this morning instead. He is now only wearing a small piece of bandage and a sock, so let’s hope that he continues to heal so he’ll be without any trouble within the next few days. The vet was hopeful about it.

That done big brother and I headed for town so we could get some small items from the stores and make an appointment at the garage this Monday. The mechanic wasn’t there, but I did end up chatting a little with the receptionist who, as usual, was bored out of her mind sitting inside the office staring at the computer.

The appointment made we went home…with a slight detour because I talked big brother into taking a turnoff that I’d been curious about for months. Ended up back in town, and arrived home just a little late.

There I took some time covering up the sibs their market stuff with plastic because we’re going to need the trailer again on Friday when we go over there for the last time to pack up and clean up from the job. Cooked supper of cauliflower and chard, which took longer than expected because there was quite a bit of dirt clinging to the chard leaves.

Did manage to eat another piece of beef this afternoon (decided to do it for lunch with a fresh Satay) and though my stomach felt heavy most hours afterward, I didn’t get nauseous of it this time. Yay.

Worked a little on my second wood sculpture this afternoon too following the delicate shapes of the wood with relaxing pleasure.

As for anything else…nope, that’s about it...well, except for actually managing a bit of writing this evening. Not whole lot, mind you, but some at least.

Bushed!

Song of the day: “So far so good” by Bryan Adams. It’s been a while, I think, so I’m happy with it. Hah.

Well, it was an awfully busy day and I’m solidly bushed, so let’s see if we can keep this short. The other day I ended on the rather “lethargic” note, and considering the day didn’t get much better afterwards, I’m not even going to bother finishing it up and skip right to yesterday.

It was a slow one, really, but not unpleasant in any way, I’ll admit. There was rain, sure, but for some reason that didn’t bother me all that much during the course of the day, and actually managed to get some stuff done.

First there was the unloading of the sand in the back of the car but that took me only a short time, really, and our tenant kept me company, what with a momentary lapse in the rain. Got a nice stash going at the moment, allowing for lots of concrete pouring in the near future.

Once the sand was unloaded, and our tenant back inside, I went down the yard to check on the seedlings and such, seeing as big brother was too busy for it (he and grandpa made a new gate for the bungalow section) and watered the plants that are covered by glass and thus cannot benefit from the steady drizzle that continued to come down.

Seeing as I was doing mostly busy work, I took the opportunity in the afternoon to head into the kitchen and make dinner for two days in a row. Spinach, potato and cheese tortilla, made light with cream and milk, rather than just eggs (some non-egg lovers around, including yours truly), it came out rather well, and we enjoyed it even today.

While the tortillas (two huge ones, seeing as eight people had to eat from it) baked in the oven the sun broke through for a bit, so the sibs and I took the opportunity to stroll through the yard to see how everything was doing. Spinach is coming up, so are the beets, carrots and even seven potatoes (so far) hah. All except five trees have budded open, creating these rather delicate little leaves that look downright adorable.

It stayed dry long enough for big brother and I to head out for a rock load and a quick jog, which makes it the sixth in a row for me. Not a good idea, considering that afterwards I was so friggin sore I could hardly move until I’d taken a hot shower.

We had a good read through edit, and finally finished with it. This means that we can start on some serious work, like the recently finished project, “A Taste Of Life” that still needs the full row of at least two serious edits in the next few months. Aaaargh. I might break out in hives sometime soon, hah.

But anyway, let’s move on to today, which was downright splendid, weather wise. The sun was shining brightly, the temperature perfect and only a tiny little breeze that made the day even more comfortable. There was the usual breakfast at the kitchen counter with big brother and grandpa while we talked about our plans of the day, preceded by a quick laundry episode that, let’s face it, never ends.

What with the weather so darn good, we decided to go all out and started preparing the carport for pouring concrete. Considering that a lot of debris (gathered from working on a variety of projects there this winter) was there, I’m amazed we had everything ready for it by the time the younger sibs joined us.

Little sister immediately started mixing concrete, and little brother diverted his attention between helping with sand and such and heading down into the yard to water the covered plants again.
As the new floor, basically the center of the carport, will be higher than the others, we’ve made a temporary casing, and used a vast amount of larger rocks to fill up the higher places of the 10X10 feet floor before we began pouring the fresh cement. We were just getting into the swing of it too, when we realized that we’d forgotten to get extra cement this morning, so grandpa and took the car to get ten more 70 pound bags while we continued on.

We were actually through our supply when they returned, needing another four batches before big brother and I could finish off, smoothening the surface of the floor until it was the same as the first section we poured several months ago.

Gawd, I was so friggin’ tired, and the dogs had been so good, even Knight II kept his trap shut most of the day, which is definitely news worthy, hah.
By the time we had the new floor surrounded by temporary fencing…only had two dogs go through it during the course of construction after all…it was dark out, and we headed inside to chow down on dinner little brother made for us.

Which brings me to the end of today’s sum up because I’m late and I really should just leave it at this so I can at least get a tiny bit of work done on the computer before the day is through, or I pass out, whichever one is first wins. Hah.

I’m outta here, hoping for an early night, seeing as last night I got way too little.

Sick as a dog.

Song of the day: “Complicated” by Avril Lavigne. And boy was it appropriate.

I don’t know what the heck happened last night but for some reason I got sick as a dog after we got home from grocery shopping. Seriously, there was bowel movement going God knows where, vomiting and then, basically, passing out an hour before my bedtime.

The fun continued through the night, and then persisted during the morning where I woke (beyond being able to snooze some more) still feeling “the love” so to speak. I went down to the house under a cloudy sky, had several trips to you-know-where during the course of the morning.

We did some proofreading, and when big brother and grandpa left for the village to get a wheelbarrow (it’s been driving us daft to have only two what with all the projects going on) and cement for today’s outside work, and I dozed off in my chair for ‘bout half an hour. Afterwards I did some more proofreading, studied the Chicago manual thing, and then went out to start for the day.

The project of the day is pouring concrete, but instead of being able to just haul sand down from our supply I have to scrape the majority off the ground (it’s a collection of the spills from the last few weeks) sieve it clean of dirt and then use it for mixing concrete.

It’s a slow process, what with me still feeling poorly, but luckily after an hour or two, I’m deep enough into the project not to mind. With the younger sibs coming at the usual time, we manage to put down the path rather well. We finish at least and hour before sundown, and by then we have one wheelbarrow of concrete left.

Big brother and grandpa have worked by the old stable, finishing up the roof and walls, in case the predicted rains come. Though big brother is supposed to finish up the last bit of concrete, middle sister and I end up laying in a small concrete ditch by the lower gate, so the water won’t erode the ground.

Strangely enough the stomach ache doesn’t return until we’re done, so I take a long hot shower, which does improve my condition enough for me to have dinner - big brother made mac ‘n cheese - and start on the Blog. Hmmm. So now, I’ve recounted the day and I’ve not a clue as to what else to…oh yeah.

A bit of good news: Since the day before yesterday I’m officially under the triple digits (kilo wise, of course) with my weight.
Oh my, who’d have thought that I’d ever see the day that I’m going under the weight I haven’t been under since I was twelve years old; I sure didn’t.
But I gotta admit I’m noticing the weight loss more and more, heck, almost every day I’m finding bones in my body I never thought I had.

Apparently, I’ve got hipbones, shoulder blades, knees and even tendons…and I can actually just look down and see them, go figure! Hah. Big brother is warning me that a handful of pounds more and I’m going to have to be careful that I don’t get to skinny. Seriously, if someone had told me that I would need to watch out for weighing too little, I would have laughed in his or her faces.

Some update pics and the day.

Song of the day: “Yes sir, I can Boogie” hah. Yes I can…sorta. This one’s by Sophie Ellis-Bextor by the way and I’ve had it come by a time or two already, haven’t I? No matter, considering it’s a fun song, and it got the sibs singing along…sorta.

I overslept by fifteen minutes today, which was stupid since it made my eyes fall half-shut again most of the morning while big brother and I were making the proofread changes, again. Seems kinda endless, doesn’t it, but I like to look at the process like fine tuning, or even polishing the manuscript. We are actually coming to a point where it appears to be quite impossible to make any more improvements. Changes, sure, but not correcting errors. A good thing, I’m thinking.

There was a big batch of laundry, some other chores in-between the session, and then, because our focus feels a little shoddy today, we head out early.
The weather was downright beautiful today. A solid 29 degrees a fresh eastern wind, 41 % humidity and only a handful of tiny clouds dotting the clear blue sky; in other words: Absolutely perfect. Hah.

Because we’re early, we decide that today is the perfect day to start pouring the path that leads into the courtyard. The rocky, uneven ground has been an eyesore since the day it was dug for construction and finally we start putting in concrete that will allow for easy passage, and keep away mudslides in the winter to boot. Yay.

The preparations done, outcroppings chopped away (the jackhammer’s drill broken, for some reason, aaargh) and grandpa doing the removal of the debris, middle sister and I move the leftover piles of flat rocks out of the way. Little sister and brother start mixing cement, and by the time four batches are made, big brother is ready for the concrete and I begin hauling buckets, and shovels full with the stuff to cover up the path.

It takes some time and effort, especially because the dogs have this amazing NEED to walk on recently laid concrete. And yep, you can see this one coming, halfway into the path, Touri, (my black cocker spaniel) manages to climb over the temporary fence we put up, and gleefully barges through. Shouting and swearing ensues, the damage is fixed and by the time we get the path another foot farther, Arthur (he’s a timid one) tires to rush into the courtyard going, right through the path. Aaaaargh.

There’s more fixing and we’re just about reading to start adding new concrete once more - this time the courtyard gate is firmly shut, and the fence to the back yard open so the dogs can mess around there, behind the wall - when Alta (Portuguese waterdog) jauntily decided to scale the 7 feet high fence. He lands slab dab in the middle of the recently fixed path, of course, rushing straight at us, and then doubts, spins around uncertainly when we’re snarling at him (I know, not smart; it’s a knee-jerk response, hah) to get his butt out of the wet concrete. Grrr. By then we decide to chase the majority of the pack into the house so we can fix it…for the friggin’ third time



Looking good after all, especially compared to what it was like.

But anyway, after that rather troublesome venture of laying a path, we finally finish up, quickly fence the entire thing up and disperse into different tasks. While big brother and grandpa head up to the carport for…I don’t know what, actually, hmmm, I head down to the balustrade we put up yesterday.



The big vine that grew over the old one needs to be put up again and I spent about twenty minutes doing exactly that (little brother, the sweetheart, brings me a plate of fries to fill the hunger gap) and then head up to join grandpa and big brother at the construction site of the day.

Some cleaning and organizing follows, the concrete mixer needs to be hauled back up to its old place, tools cleaned, plants watered (like every day) and straightening out the mess.
That done, we head for the carport for a few more minor woodworks and setting up tools. In the final minutes of daylight I work some more on my new window - tomorrow we’ll put the glass in - and we chat for a bit before heading inside to have dinner.

A quick dip in the pool follows, changing into house clothes, and then it’s BLTs some more fries and digging in.

Here're some more pictures.



So, since I'm doing them anyway, this is from the BIG wall and the plants that grow there now.




This one too.




These are the stairs big brother worked on this past week. Downright perfect.




The seat over on the left was my doing, it's attached to the island and a big bowl for a rose or something.




Oh yeah, and this was the wall that crashed last week...or at least this is it's replacement. I love the old ruin feel to it.

Well, this 'll do for today.

Some ranting and the day.

Song of the “Life for rent” by Dido. Very apt in light of my little rant. Gawd, is it just me, or can people be totally insane? Grrr.

I’m gonna have to rant a bit, ‘cause I’ve been chomping at the bit for most of the day.

In a theme park in England, if the Mercury rises over 25 degrees, patrons are no longer allowed to raise their arms high in the ride. (I know what you’re thinking: Huh???) I’m trying to imagine this, mind you: 25 degrees hit, unlucky fellow in the “Cobra” ride, or whatever, raises his arms, screams his lungs out, and the theme park police pounces: “You raised your arms; you’re outta here! Security, remove this vile smelling creature from the grounds. Undue force is allowed.”
I’m not kidding, the piece states, if patrons raise their arms after all, they will be removed from the grounds.
Okay, I don’t like bodily odors either, but…hellooohoooh…if we start complaining about that sort of thing everyone might as well stay home. I’m serious, I’m always significantly annoyed by traffic jams; solution: Everyone stay home on hot days when I need to go shopping. Let’s make it a rule, and anyone who breaks it can go to jail for a year or two. Aaargh.

Another cute one:

The police in a town in the Netherlands are going to try something new that is absolutely brilliant (yes, don’t worry, that’s just sarcasm that makes the sentence droop off the page). They are going ask civilians to report on their neighbors if they think that the guy next door is driving a car that’s too expensive…’cause let’s face it, any Tom, Dick and Harry who drives a car that’s too expensive has GOT to be a criminal. *snort*
Hmmm. Let me think about that for a minute…….yep, KGB, communism, Kremlin, those are what come to mind with “wonderful” ideas like that. What business is something like that to one’s neighbor? I mean, seriously. Can you imagine how this is going to work? Your neighbor’s P.O.ed at you for…I don’t know…leaving a slipper on the pavement, half an inch off your property, and voila he reports you for having a car that you supposedly can’t afford.
Hello! No one heard of a loan before? Saving up? A small/big inheritance? A promotion that you didn’t share with the entire neighborhood? Jeez, talk about a short circuit in my brain. Disaster waiting to happen, if ya ask me.

Oh yeah, and has anyone noticed how the “get a loan” commercials are now ending their add with “remember, borrowing money costs money”? I was like “What? Really? I had no idea!” I gotta say, anyone who doesn’t know that really shouldn’t be allowed to take out a loan, if ya ask me. Hah.

Also, somewhere in Spain (the madness is not contained to a single country, mind you) I don’t know where, but I’m hoping that they were referring to a single town, not the whole, it is no longer to shout in your own home. I’m not kidding; it was on the news. It is against the rules to SHOUT. Stuff like that makes we want to…eh, yeah, well, SHOUT.

The fun doesn’t stop there, noooh! Here’s a good one:

New electronically enhanced cars (I feared this for years, but what the heck) have a dangerous little side effect. If one crashes into the water, all those nifty electrical wires and whatnot…you know, the kind where you can press a button and the doors will lock, windows close etc. etc. which haven’t been properly closed off, will lock you in your car, with no possibility of getting out. Yep, saw that one coming from a mile off, but now a study makes it fact. (Wonder how much that brilliant deduction cost them.)
Can you imagine the headline? “Family of four survives a car-dive into the water; regretfully they drowned when the windows and doors failed to open.”
No chance of something like that happening when you’ve got one of those little levers that you need to turn around (at least FIVE times…that just won’t do, can’t need to move too much, of course: I know, let’s make it electric!) to get your window down. Or worse yet, imagine having to lean in THREE DIFFERENT directions to lock ALL the doors of your car, to lock it, when you can also do it by pressing a single button. Aaaaah.

‘Tis daft, I tell ya! Daft!!!
Okay, rant over. I really should stay the heck away from asinine news reports.

So let’s get to the day: I am seriously sore all over when I wake up. Yep, hauling twenty bags of forty pound (two at a time) down to the carport might have been overdoing it a bit…especially since I had to haul big ass rocks for…the WALL THAT WENT DOWN! Drat. I just had to go and remind myself of yesterday. And that while I had so successfully suppressed it. Grrr.

I actually slept a full seven hours this night, yeah, I know, it surprised me too, but I conked out last night and was literally out like a light. I did have a dream, but regretfully it faded as soon as I woke up.
No marvelous dream to write about, then. Ah well, no matter. The usual morning rituals ensue… and it looks like it’s going to be a warm day as I head down to the house.

There’s the morning chores, and then it is down to the edit. Only three or four pages get done, but the story is coming along nicely. Six hours after waking up, we’re back outside.
Middle sister starts making cement and to kill time I get busy on the narrow terrace removing the weeds from the mess.

Soon the younger sibs and I start working over by the crashed wall. The first few hours are spent removing debris and dirt, the latter gets dump in an empty container in the small garden. We filled it up and then started pouring concrete on the new, bigger rocks that little brother and I haul down.

We spent another few hours adding to the new section of wall. It’s turning out rather solid; a foot and a half deep, and by the time we finish, two and a half high, and a good foundation for what needs to come on top.

That done, I spend a while putting up a small fence, behind which I plant the two sprouting melon plants that came up, and several cut of plants that should be able to grow on their own as long as they get enough water.
After sweeping the new floor clear of sand and what not, I head inside for dinner and start on the day’s blog…which is when I find out that the publisher has responded at last.

I hold my breath when I open my mail, squeeze my eyes shut for a minute and then start to read:
Though it was a no, it was not a bad letter at all…here are some quotes:

"The project has a very unique premise and I like the way you have written Nina’s character.

It is a solid romance read, but I’m afraid the writing is not as strong as I would like to see for our company.

Fortunately, there are many publishing opportunities currently open to authors and I would encourage you to keep looking for a publisher.

If you are willing to shorten the story, there may be an opportunity for you within one of our other lines. I would query them if you are interested in that option.

Whatever you decide to do, best of luck and thank you again for thinking of us."

I’ve have received worse, so I’m not as bummed as I thought I’d be. I mean, the story didn’t get bashed, and the strong writing…though I will undoubtedly check (again)…is personal perspective in a lot of cases too. Ah well, it just means we’re going to have to send out again, I guess.

A little more laundry to do, probably a lot of talking, checking etc. etc. but much to my relief the day has come to an end and I can crawl in my bed for a much deserved early night.

Two days in one. *sigh*

Song of the day: “One way or another” by Sophie Ellis-Bextor. I think I already had this one before. Considering I was unable to get yesterday’s Blog down, yesterday’s song of the day was: “Barrowland Ballroom” by Amy MacDonald.

So let me put together yesterday in a few words…or better yet one: Busy! Hah.
But of course I can’t leave it at that. I’m a yapper, and I have a serious case of TMI, so I’m just going to do a recount.

There was the edit, naturally, followed by building with rocks, plastering the upper part of an old window that has been waiting for completion since the house was built. The sand and cement we ordered from the construction company had arrived in the morning, so we had to start preparations for the pouring of concrete on top of the new terrace too.

Afterwards we went out to get reed canes. An old spot again, and though it wasn’t a marvellous spot like the later one we found, it was closer and access was a lot easier. Rather than drive back the usual way, we decided to head the opposite direction, just to figure out where near town it led. On the way there a large truck was unloading old doors at the local landfill (probably from a hospital or motel, or something) which we just had to have.

Grandpa would like to have the rock wall in his kitchen covered up against dust and such, so for that the perfectly white doors would be the perfect solution. With just a little work we could put them together, slap on some paint and turn them into a beautiful wall. But, of course the car was already filled to full capacity so first we had to head home to deposit the load; not an easy task with the road construction going on.

We did, in the end, manage to get the doors (just barely, since the seven almost didn’t fit in the car) but by the time we were finally back for the second time, it was already midnight. We were pretty darn bushed, so after another hour of editing I really couldn’t muster the energy for the Blog…thus explaining why there wasn’t a new one yesterday.

So, let’s move on to today - yes, it was busy too, and I almost decided against doing today’s Blog as well, but my blogging addiction prevailed and here I am. Hah.

Okay, today: I was about half an hour early today, as was planned when we went to bed last night.

Concrete pouring day has arrived, so if we want to get any editing done we’re going to have to get cracking fast. We actually manage a solid six pages before two hours earlier than usual.
The temperatures are still remarkably pleasant these past few days. Staying well under 30 degrees on the most part, and that is downright marvelous considering we’re doing so much outside work.

But anyway, first thing that needs to be done is remove the large rocks that are still lying on the terrace that we’re going to work on today.
Next is removing and cleaning everything else on it, before fences are set up to keep the dogs from getting in the way later on. The dogs are not happy, I tell you. They literally cluster around the new fencing the moment they’re erected, looking as if we’re giving them corporal punishment rather than keep them at a two-yard distance from where we work. Gawd, they are so darn dependent. Hah.

But it works; they are safely behind the fence when middle sister and I start making cement.
The two youngest sibs have taken control over the sand supply, with little sister up on the mountain outside the fence where the sand is stored, little brother brings down the sand so we can supply big brother with cement.
Middle sister is soon preparing the cement and I disperse it wherever big brother needs it and so we start making the concrete floor.

Hours pass but the progress is excellent. After two hours of shoveling cement over the terrace, grandpa takes over from me, so I can help big brother create a smooth surface. Things really start to speed up by then, and before dusk arrives we have finally finished the floor. It’s looking gorgeous…I’ll add pictures at the bottom so you can see. Hah.

Big brother and I are both sore all over from the lifting, bending and squatting, so while the younger sibs head inside (They’re off to different ventures. Today the venture is a Soccer game on the TV…I don’t know where they’ve got it from, but for some reason they love it) big brother and I decide to head for the sea for a quick dip. After bending over most of the afternoon, doing a total different exercise is just what the doctor ordered, so to speak.

It takes us ages to find a parking spot in town. For some reason today the tourists were all out on the Boulevard, but we do manage to park the car in the end, and dive in to crawl a little and then float in the waves for a bit. The sea was rather pleasant today, nice and warm, and the waves gentle but reasonably high.

Once we’re back home, I’m running a little late on the Blog, so it’s a relatively short one, so who cares.

Here’re the pics of today’s project:



One side of the before.



The other side before.



After. Nice and smooth, isn't it?



After too. Yeah, it stunned me too that we actually managed it, but working together you really can get a lot done.

Well, that's it for today. I'm gonna be out like a light in no time tonight, I'm thinking.