makes sense now
Now I know why I got absolutely nothing done last Friday. I woke Saturday morning to find my weeks long cold had progressed into something far nastier. Also, my arm hurt so much I could barely move it. The arm pain was the result of using a plastic axe to chop wood here in the city. The vibrations of hitting the woods reverberated throughout my arms and shoulder and probably, shook the heck out of my body.
All I want for Christmas is a new wooden axe.
Anyway, so I spent the beginning of Dave's vacation in bed. I probably needed that.
P.S. Please note that the one sitting at the top of this double-decker outhouse has frilly ladies underpants on!