Everything sublime is as difficult as it is rare. Baruch Spinoza

Wednesday, June 17, 2026

Wiped, Not Whipped, Out


There is something to appreciate about a two-legger who doesn't put things away.


I didn't realize I had exhausted myself but it seems I had. I slept twelve hours last night. Twelve. I guess I exhausted Jigs, too. We had overnight rain with more coming later this morning so I won't be whipping weeds and grass for a day or two. Thor decided to give me a break, while still doing good for us all with much needed rain.

I have accomplished about a third of my trimming, which pleases me no end. It's amazing how much is improved when there isn't shaggy grass bordering everything that has a border.

Do what brings you contentment. Even if it is whacking grass.

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