Image via Wikipedia I feel punk–don’t have any motivation or energy and tiny creatures are running around in my chest wearing golf cleats. We both picked up a virus on our trip. So other than picking a half gallon of cherry tomatoes (the ripe ones that haven’t split from all the rain we’ve had lately) I’ve not hit a lick at a snake (and didn’t find yesterday’s where I’d hoped he would be taking it easy. I was packing The Shovel of Death.) I …

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