Today I had a whacko-nutburger day.

 I got up at 7am and mowed 1/2 acre, then pulled out everything from the garage, swept, scrubbed, hosed the floor and cleaned and sorted all the stuff and reorganized it all.  

Then went to take my Dad to the PO in a nearby town to register and deliver his bulk mail... boxes and boxes of it.  

Then got a flat tire on the way home... actually jacked up the car, removed the spare underneath, changed it (fix a flat is worthless junk), took it to be fixed, took my now exhausted from the heat father home, took my mom to get their van at the mechanic, went to have a new tire put on (couldn't be fixed), went to buy a mole trap and set it.  Poor little destructive nasty mole.  (My neighbor told me to put Juicy Fruit gum down the hole.  He'd eat it and it would get stuck in his gut and he'd slowly die.  I like the skewer-kill-instantly idea better. Can't stand to think of something suffering slowly)  

So, after this kind of day, I feel like I'm growing a cape and an "S" is emerging on my chest.  TAAA DAAA!!!!   Wonder Woman.  

Of course I'll feel like a herd of elephants danced the tango on me by morning.