Oui Allo?

One week in, and the summer gig is kicking my butt. Depending on the night's workload, I walk nine to thirteen miles in a shift and stow about a thousand items. My shoulders and upper arms are getting quite a workout, and good grief the aching feet when the night's running long.

Part of the latter can be laid at ... can be blamed on old shoes. I'm breaking a new pair in around the house this weekend before giving them a baptism by fire at the warehouse. Also, a couple of new pairs of shorts, since my jeans don't breathe all that well and the patches of heat rash-cooked skin are something I'd not like  to feel again.

Things here at the farm are okay. It's quiet, mostly, and I'm grateful for that. I miss having friends close at hand, but I'll be resettled in Louisville soon, and that will be resolved.

Onward.