The Pony and Farmer H spent all day playing in the dirt. The dirt that they dug up from four different locations for The Pony to use in his Science Fair project. They scooped it from buckets and funneled it into the two-liter soda bottles, then drilled the various-height holes, and put in the aquarium tubing. Tomorrow, The Pony will run the water through it, and time the trickle, and analyze his data on flow rate.
I, on the other hand, will be doing next to nothing tomorrow, except, perhaps, dragging my broken body around to my dark basement lair after spending from 9:00 a.m to 4:00 p.m. today whipping up tasty dishes for our holiday feast one day early for the #1 son's visit.
Let the record show that I did NOT prepare the deviled eggs in a manner suggested by my sister the ex-mayor's wife, at the ex-mayor's request, that involved cutting them on the vertical rather than horizontal, stuffing the tasty filling in, then capping them with the top of the egg, and putting carrot-sliver beaks and black-olive segment eyes on them to look like hatching chicks. I think the 90 minutes I spent making them in the regular manner, not counting last night's boiling time, will suffice. Anyhoo...he's not getting any this time anyway. He can make his own deviled eggs and leave off the olives on half, then eat the olived ones anyway and complain about olives.
It will be Easter Eve dinner for four this evening at the Mansion.
I am a bit melancholy.