The Tuesday work day started at four-thirty.

In the morning.

And finally ended at a quarter after nine.

In the evening.

And it was a fun day. Lots of pretty pictures, too. Well, a handful, at least.

At bedtime, I finally got around to telling the wife about part of my day. About ten minutes of it, anyway.

She laughed quite a bit. I hope to put the tale down here sometime soon, but don't hold your breath.

The gist of the story? The punch line that really got to her funny bone?

"Beaver don't herd."

And that is all for now. Tomorrow's workday starts in four hours.