I'm a lumbercat and I'm okay,
I prowl all night and I sleep all day.
(She's a lumbercat and she's okay,
she prowls all night and she sleeps all day.)
I like to stretch and lick myself
and roam among the stacks.
I want a little mousie
for my mid-morning snack.
I stink at backing up trailers, and doing a three-point turn in my drive at Wilderstead is hard enough. So I bought myself a detachable ball to add a hitch to my tractor. Once I got into my site, I dropped the trailer and pulled the truck forward. Then I got out my tractor and hitched the trailer to it. That way, I could pull the load forward for better unloading, and at the end of the day, I could just pull the trailer around via my road spur and position it by the side of my road pointing toward the gate. As I left, I hitched the now empty trailer to my truck and it was Tally-ho for home.
It was a bright, hot day. I got about half my loft joists up. Next time out, I expect to finish that. Then it's on to flooring. Bada-bing, bada-boom. Tomorrow is laundry and taxes. (Oh, be joyful.)