As for the long work hours, it's felt like eternity. There is no talk as to when it will end and Hubby is completely worn out. We are just exhausted from it - lack of work done here, so much to do that can't be done, him being exhausted beyond belief, me trying to do late dinners so we can all eat together, and so much more. Keeping up with the weeds has been so stressful on me, as I'm doing it myself, and there has been no tilling done either.
Good news: Mower guy showed up about 10am
Bad news: Hubby messaged me - they are now forced to work 12 hour days, 7 days a week. Just not what we needed.
Oh, farmers are out in the fields now. Thankful to see that, as the deer are increasing in numbers, and they are looking for food (it'll help keep them off our property).
Thursday was another hot day. I am now spending the mornings dragging 100-some feet of garden hose (early morning workout) from way out to the garden to back to the front of the house, watering everything. There were possibilities of thunderstorms, but only a slight chance.
In the midst of weeding, I brought in some cilantro to dry. I was grabbing the door handle to go back out, and a ground hog was standing up looking in. It was almost dinner. I do have a friend who I believe knows how to butcher and cook them, so it's not out of the possibly realm. In all honesty, I am wondering if he came to the door to enjoy some barn cat food.
Weeds. Weeds everywhere. No end to them at this point.
I laughed when I saw Tiger sleeping in a heep of packing paper. Poor guy must of worn himself out playing in it.
Dinner - bourbon marinated steaks on the grill. New recipe we tried (Americas Test Kitchen, video online). An 8:30pm dinner no less, sigh. His 12 hour shifts started yesterday (which turned into a 14 hour day and never saw him until this morning), and we are now told that it will continue into the July 4th weekend, and possibly beyond. I'm so beyond this work schedule, I thought I'd retire last evening with a little adult drinky drink.
By the way, that was only the second time to grill anything. Hubby is the grill man, but guess who is the grill gal now. I grilled the steaks to perfection.