that sinking feeling

Here I am again, done with one week of the struggle and no end in sight. Things are going well, I suppose. They must be, since I've managed to keep relatively calm, and no one has experienced the flat of my fast-swinging shovel to the face. Which reminds me of a question that a fellow named Mike once asked his mother: "Would you rather have the blade of a paddle to the shins, or the flat of a paddle to the face?" You have to know Mike and visualize him brandishing a paddle in the kitchen to understand why that's funny.

Things have been very funny around here. Jonathan Meisner has been keeping that way. What a grand gang of egrarious, gregarious guys and girls I've got on my crew. What fun! How laughingly we suffer together.