The mulch is mostly spread. The weeds are mostly gone. The front yard is darn near respectable looking. I feel like I'm about a hundred years old. I was so dirty from yard work that twigs washed out of my hair. And there was mulch in my bra. Seriously. Another beer ought to help. I'm certain Reid will share his cheese curds with me when he gets home from Culver's. I'm having a hard time thinking the longest day of the year was over a week ago. I'm almost sertain it was today.