Yard work day. Pruning shears, barrow, heavy lifting – all that and a temperature reaching for 90. I haven’t put in a day like that in way too long. Felt good. I’ll hurt tomorrow. OK. In an hour I’ll be sleeping like a marble slab, but right now malt beverage is in order. Secure the butts, Gunny; see  the brass is policed up.The smoking lamp is out.