Where'd the cartilage go?

Cousin Luke and I cut wood and drug brush most of the weekend since we had good weather and they're starting to pick up ice damaged limbs today.



I woke up this morning and didn't want to move. Well, I wanted to move but couldn't muster the gumption through the pain.

After about twenty-five minutes in the shower my back started to feel better, and my knees stopped hurting. However, I have so many bruises that I thought I had broken a law in Singapore. That, and my arms are scratched up to where it looks like I tried to put a cat in a toilet (if you haven't tried that, hold a cat over the toilet and flush the crapper- make sure you're insured first).



Well, it wasn't all bad. CL and I drove to the U-boat to check for damage and found none. Beer was cold, and the water was up, so we got the worms out of the fridge and wetted a line. We said hi to the Yooj's lures and soaked up some sun.



My brother Darrel called last night and asked what the chance of feugo was at the PBR.

I told him none, and that I wasn't getting out of the chair for about an hour.



All-in-all not a bad day.