being a backbone

My former team lead phoned to chat last night and, in the course of our conversation, called me our group's backbone. I just spent 2 hours cleaning up a problem so I guess I'll now go rest my vertebrae assemblage and get some sleep. After a glass of milk, for the latter does the body good.

"Thar he blows!"

I just shoved closed a heavily laden drawer of the filing cabinet and my wife, calling out from the other end of the house, asked "Was that you blowing your nose?"

brooms and cookies

I spent much of today doing more yardwork. The Spanish Broom right by Sue's home office window is a huge bush thing. Most of it died because of the winter's extreme cold spells, but there is some green amidst the dead. That meant carefully cutting out the dead branches without harming the intertwined live ones. By the time I was done, the bush looked as ridiculous as Charlie Brown's Christmas Tree. That's OK. I had to go thru the same thing a few years ago, but before you know it, the whole thing was back to this thick 10-foot bush.

Two trips to the dump later, I could call it a day.
I then had entirely too many peanut-butter cookies.
And two glasses of milk.