For some reason decided it would be a good idea to make a pasta sauce with farm share tomatoes, summer squash, zucchinis, onion, etc., etc. Going to take a while, pretty beat, nobody to pick up the slack if I fall asleep. Working without a net, constant vigilance.

Tomato juice made the cut on my finger hurt something awful, no telling what it'll do to my nails. I know, I know, rubber gloves, just not that kinky.

Listening to Donovan again, kind of a creepy guy.