I must confess that yesterday's tractoring efforts left me worse for the wear.  All the sledge-hammering and water-toting wreaked havoc on my arthritic hands and wrists.  They ached all night, and I hardly got any sleep.

This morning, The Husband decided to remove an empty bookcase from the ukulele room.  When he tilted it down, a half-smoked doobie rolled off the top and landed at his feet.

I bet I sleep tonight.  |-)