Today's sweaty Jazz Hands were full of shovels and chainsaws and hedge clippers and weed trimmers and leaf blowers and ladders and brooms and hammers and screwdrivers and power drills. Perfect for that 'end of the week day of rest.'
I'd like to say that the efforts were for personal pride or for a sense of accomplishment or to influence my children, providing an example of strong work ethic for them.
But I can't.
I do it to impress the wife.
Day two-hundred and eighty-six complete.
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