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Almost every part of me hurts. I worked on the garden from when I got home from work at 6:30 till about 10, and since the rototiller is broken I had to till the soil the old fashion way. Combine that with shoveling a fair bit of soil and peat into the new boxes, and then running irrigation before finally planting the damn vegetables, and I get a little sore. Of course that soreness takes some time to kick in, so I decide it's such a lovely evening I should go jogging. Apparently, I'm an idiot. Ah well. At least the gardens planted, in a bit we should have broccoli and spinach ready, and soon after that peas and strawberries. We'll see how the corn goes, I'm not too optimistic. Ah well, at least I got my hands dirty. There's just something fulfilling about doing work with your hands, makes you feel whole.