She was on muscle relaxant yesterday and slept nearly 12 hours; I got out and attempted—well, DID move the two trash bins that she’d filled, killing her back; I exhausted myself getting them to the curb, and I threw MY back out. She slept all day. Got up still sore. Now I’m sore.

And what happens the very first thing this morning? The sprinklers come on to water our new trees, and a fountain erupts out of the dirt of the stripped front lawn. The Mantis had clipped the irrigation line. Wah. Jane just crashed. What can you do? You work until you can’t move any more and then the darn sprinkler line has a hole in it, in a great mudhole of a spot.

We turned off the sprinkling system and declared we can wait a couple of weeks to run it. The sow-sized hole in the bathroom wall can stay there for a few weeks. The pond is having an algae bloom because of the huge windstorm that blew it full of debris the other day and we are having to clean the skimmer filter every few hours.

So we went shopping at Costco for the things we need (Aleve and hamburger and eggs) picked up prescriptions, and came home and collapsed. We have dosed ourselves with Aleve and hope that nothing else explodes.

The good news is the bathroom wall has nearly dried out, I have gotten the clothes rack I wanted for the basement, so that I can hang my winter wardrobe downstairs. Which lets me have room to hang things in the upstairs. We have moved back some of the furniture we moved for Christmas, and it is hamburgers for supper.

We are ex-hausted. No more in the tank. Spent. Kaput. Done.