We are left with overwhelming weariness from an exceptionally intense weekend. For Andrew and I, it was the laborious, systematic, uh, transitioning of our broiler chickens from the pasture into our chest freezers. (If I see one more chicken lung this week, I swear I’m gonna… 141 birds = 282 lungs) For the kids, the intense weariness was brought on by Fun with Grandma and Grandpa! and Water! and Missing Momma and Daddio! and other activities best expressed with exclamations. It was a weekend much better enjoyed in retrospect. Now we rest. Right in the middle of the filthy floor if we have to.