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
