Before leaving for Vermont to visit her sister for the week, Jeanine casually asked me to clear a new section of the front yard. Six hours later, I was halfway done with the job, finished for the day, and covered in dirt. I was able to pull many of the small saplings from the ground, roots and all. Apparently, shaking the dirt from the root ball left some of it deposited on my head. I did not notice until I came in for lunch, and am now left to wonder what the neighbors I spoke with as they passed by the house must have thought about my appearance.

Left to my own means for preparing dinner, I opted for a healthy salad that I purchased in kit form. The meal was not really photo-worthy, but I thought Jeanine would be impressed that I was not eating junk food.