Saturday, August 19, 2006
Dog Days of Summer
It's only 94.5 in the shade. The grass is cut, the mower is dead, and I stink. Oh well, life is fun as well as funny. I guess I could take a shower or I could go work on the mower some more. Or I could push the little mower to touch up. The problems I have! I could concern myself with the things of the world I have no control over or I could work on the things I can. I guess I'll dissasemble the generator and replace the bearing.