HARD GRAFT
I'm such a moaner. I grind on and on about loathsome yardwork but it's not like I can't just hurl the tools to the ground and march off in petulant sulk. And some of the views are really pretty nice for one who affects to be in a botanical chain gang. I was looking at this pic and remembering one I have of the piratical Zach Works in similar pensive pose, taken on a 'take your spitfire to work' day when A came up to PacMed and they all went out to play frisbee. A pretty useful nay essential skill, i'd say, for one whose smile alone would make a preacher lay the Good Book down. Ah, that Julie ....
I trough and sluice when and as I please.
And this gig, editing the church website ... I have a pretty nice cubicle with mod cons and all that.
That was the day the Spitfire pronounced Master Works as 'hot' and the divine JV showed her how to run in a skirt.
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