Joel
The work never stops; it just keeps piling up faster than ever. The snow has stopped, and the sky was clear, a little pale blue. It"s rare that we get snow here in Texas, even in February, but this has been a strange year. Hot and cold. Hot and cold. Everything feels impossible to predict. The good news is the snow won"t last long. It"ll be sunny again tomorrow.
Good thing, because people keep dying, and they have to be put somewhere, which means work never stops. It"s important to mourn and get on with things. The circle of life.
I spend the morning digging, not thinking about anything except the dirt and wetness under my fingernails. That and the fact that Gina"s dad is now underfoot. It"s like I can"t shake him. He thinks he knows better than I do how to run the farm, how to wor
