The head, it pounds.

Tomorrow, the rain will continue. We desperately need the rain. The grass only grew six inches in the last six weeks. Boy was holding off mowing the lawn til the last possible moment. Now he'll have to compete with Ernesto's precipitation *and* a mower that won't start (very inexplicable). The rain will likely continue until the weekend commences. The mower may or may not start after I replace the spark plug and kick the damn thing.

Vacation looms. Indiana. South Dakota. Colorado. Kansas. Tasty joys.

I've been up too late the last couple days. Must sleep earlier.

Soon, I get to see family.

Currently, boy approximates a windmill.