I started yesterday dealing with weeds- the flower beds the Ogwife was so desperate to have do not imply that she was desperate to weed them- I piled the pulled weeds out in the lawn and moved on to mow, with hands now full of thistle spines. Got the front mowed and weeds mulched, moved to the back, and once the back was half done moved a bunch of logs so I could mow the patches under them. Got stung by five yellow jackets.Rolled a bunch of logs up into position to stage them for the drag up the hill, and managed to cut my thumb AND jam a bigass splinter up in the joint on my right ring finger. Parked the tractor and moved onto the Oglets truck, made trips to three different auto parts stores, finally got the right part, whereupon I dropped the part coming out unto the valley between the intake manifold and valve cover, reached for it, burned my hand and smacked the hood prop with my elbow, dropping the hood on my head. Right next to one of the five bee stings. Ended the day by waiting for partner at a restaurant we have been frequenting for five or six years whose name I don’t remember except that they were once called “Crab Shack”, and since the sandblasted B looks more like P on the inside of the glass we always call it the Crap shack, and Partner thought we were talking about the Crab shack some fifteen miles away. Having arrived there and not finding us he called, and we managed to sit down to dinner about seven thirty with no further incident. I am consistently amazed that I managed to survive.