Grumble, Grumble. . .

I can take the 12 hour days, the unrelenting broiling heat, getting rained on and having to slug around through the muck and mire so much that I can't keep my eyes open past 7 o'clock. But being rousted from sleep by a screaming telephone at some stupid hour because another job goes to hell in a handbasket is unacceptable!

Can't wait for September and a warm, sunny, island beach to rest upon!

- Sent from my iPhone because it works 24/7 like we do.