The day just HAS to suck when you would tell anyone, "I'd seriously rather shovel shit than do what I just did." Today was such a day.

After work I went out to play with the animals and fill water. I thought about stacking wood but it was just so beautiful that I wanted to walk. I noticed Moo out in a far corner of the pasture so I headed her way and as I walked towards her I noticed that all around our well was muddy and dug up with her hoof prints - like she'd really been stomping around there. So I got closer to the well head and then I saw it...... a shooting stream about 2" out of the ground. With fresh water. My heart just stopped and I remembered the past two electric bills of $200 which is about $70 more than normal but figured with the computer on 24/7 and the radiator heaters it added up. Now it all made sense - we've got a cracked pipe. The high electric bill. Ed commenting that the pump never seemed to turn off. The poor water pressure. The flooded field. Fresh water, running everywhere for months. :( I called Ed and he told me how to turn off the well breaker so I could start digging a trench for the water to drain so he could begin digging this evening and then I canceled my hours for tomorrow so I can continue the digging. Then I grabbed a shovel and headed out.

You know what? They should make convicts dig pure wet clay mud. I swear it is the absolute worst form of punishment known to man. After only 2 hours I am sore from head to toe and covered in mud up to my knees. My boots are full of mud. There's a freaking 2' deep 3' wide hole in my damn yard and there's STILL a solid 2' of mud leading up to it. I lost count how many times I sank in over my boots and had to crawl out. No. This was not fun. Not fun at all.

I've got the outdoor lights ready for Ed this evening and making a quick pizza dinner. Of all the nights - I'm due at a meeting with Darren's room mother this evening to plan Valentine's Day. Oy!

And it was SUCH a gorgeous day! I just wish I could have basked in the sun and enjoyed it.