Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition

“Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition” [Dixie Chicks, Fly CD.] Old phrase, reworked nicely. Ever have one of those songs that gets stuck in your head? Work, more work, and then, late last night, even more time spent pounding stuff out of the machine. My poor stomach decided it had finally had enough of this sitting inside and drinking coffee, all that coffee finally turned a little sour. So what did I do last night? I helped a friend load gravel. Not really an exciting task, but it sure felt nice to stretch some other muscles for a change.