It's supposed to be 95-96 today so I came down with an unexpected case of motivation. Yesterday was the chicks first night outside, which has allowed me to begin reclamation of my garage, and required a dump run first thing this morning.
After that I got home and mowed the lawn and weed-wacked the edges. Rather than leave the clippings that were blown on to the side walk there until a strong wind came along, I actually swept the patio and the sidewalks, before watering/feeding the chickens.
It's entirely possible that there was beer(theoretically speaking it's a tasty Leinenkugel's Summer Shandy) in my hand prior to 11AM.
Feels just like hunting camp...
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