A square point shovel.

With a heavy gauge, tempered steel blade, if you must know.

This is what my overtaxed but happy brain has walloped into my back.

I’ve worked too hard. I know this.

But this overwork has graced me with a sense of accomplishment that is truly foreign to my being.

Hmm…

Maybe that’s what my mind was trying to whack off my back with a commercial-grade digging tool?

Until tomorrow…

Chloe