It is 8:49... no watch yet. Today, on the teenth of June, if lumberjacked, cleaned the shed, ate a lobster

roll, filled the jeep

with a dump load, and hired more lumberjack to lumberjack tomorrow. Apparently Smells is old and frail. He did give it the old college try, and didn't die. One of the limbs, some 100 ft away, nearly broke the property line. Hemingway would be disappointed with me. I did successfully negotiate 40% off the initial bid . . . Still mad at myself though. . . I hate paying someone for something I could do myself.