I have spent the day mucking out a basement that makes Shelob's lair look like Martha Stewart's 
pied à terre by comparison.  The gods of West Virginia must be angry with me - it's been raining on and off all day, and as I got to the landfill with my second load, the skies unzipped - it was like a torrent.  Soaked and muddy, I got to the landfill office, and the skies broke and the sun peeped out... 

 Yarg!
Rewarded myself by visiting the 
China Palace - it was a good supper, groan belch groan. Hope I don't catch my death from the air conditioning, because I'm still wet.
Very little time left on the farm...