So Zach and his friend, Bret, got the Pilot unstuck. Woohoo! Doozie (that’s what we call Dailah) is still under the weather and is presently taking a nap. I didn’t get much sleep with sickie mcsicks so I’ll be hitting the pillow in T minus 2 minutes.

But praises! We’re out of the ditch. The contractors made it. We had enough Butterfingers and coffee this morning to dull the aches and pains. Today is lookin’ up!