A break worth at least 1,000 words

The hens evacuate the site of one of my many half-done projects:
two wagonloads of brush waiting to be chipped into mulch.

Yes, I went to my county Dem convention yesterday. I was there for about eleven hours. I'm not ready to talk about it yet. In fact, I'm having one of my periodic "Where the hell did all these unfinished projects come from?" moments. This particular moment's been dragging out for the past couple of weeks, which means it must be time for me to actually do something. Perhaps even finish the projects.

To that end, it's photos only this week so I can wrap up such incomplete masterworks as a three-foot-long knitted dachshund, a fleece frog robe for a certain 4-year old, the main part of a DIY bathroom remodel, corn planting and approximately 400 other things that are just a smidge away from being done. Enjoy!