Sparky was barely paying attention during our morning fellowship.  I asked him to contribute, and he couldn’t even make it through one bawdy limerick.

“There once was a bitch from …ah, fuck it.”

Then he went even more limp and half-closed his eyes.  A bawdy limerick is the absolute minimum for witty banter, and he couldn’t even finish that.  Where is the bitch from?  Don’t know.

Cut him some slack, we did have a productive day yesterday. 

The camper needed some attention, so I pulled the battery and propane tank to paint the tongue with Rustoleum.  The frame is also getting painted and the stabilizing jacks are being replaced.  None of it was too bad, but there was surface rust. 

If we are going to travel in a camping shed, it is going to be a well-maintained shed.

I also stripped a half-dozen IBC totes.  That project will get a post eventually.

Since the ground is dry enough, I moved a quarter-cord of wood into the wood shed.

That’s quite a bit for one day.  Sparky may be suffering from sympathetic exhaustion.

The grass in the backyard is pretty high, so maybe walking through that tired him out.  He also half-chewed a bully stick.