Once More Unto the Breach, Dear Friends

 "Once more unto the breach, dear friends." George V was a mighty warrior in the Hundred Years War.

Hopefully I'm a mighty warrior in the lawmower wars. It seems as if an awful lot of posts have to do with keeping a mower running.

Today's victory is that I successfully took the mower to the mower hospital. I really need a more heavy-duty machine. Meanwhile, I'd like to mow once more before the snow arrives.

As Shakespeare continued that speech to the end, "Cry 'God for Harry, England, and Saint George!'" Of course, I always picture it being delivered by the aging actor in the Fantastiks, not by a rousing King Henry.

I unloaded the wood that was on the trailer so I could use the trailer, pinched a finger, did a lot of editing, and wrote chapter 27: 1051 words in Vacation from Dead Mule Swamp.

We had the door open today, it was so nice out. Probably rain tomorrow, but still warm.

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