Always glad for work around here and, if it forces me out of the house and into the fresh air, all the better.

Zsa Zsa and I headed out with Dirtman to do a soil study for our best and most dependable client. I have to add, that my entire contribution to the day was helping to carry stuff and holding one end of a tape measure.

Dirtman, meanwhile, listened to dirt.


And wrote down what he heard.
Zsas and I frolicked in the woods. (Yes, I said frolicked. It wasn't a run, exactly; but we weren't walking morosely. We were dignified, but it
was an official frolick.)
Okay, for Zsa Zsa it was more a hunt for deer poop,

...but at least we've gotten her to stop eating it like she used to...
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