charge!

The humidity is still absurd here in the Metro swamp.

I didn't get the jump on the tomato canning yesterday because the Eleven ended up running to-and-fro throughout Arlington and Fairfax counties. When I get a moment later this evening I may fill you in on the strangest, time-warped flea market/thrift store we've ever seen. As it is, here a some photos of the opening salvo and the 1st half-bushel of tomatoes in progress. And, if you are at all interested, I don't think they did this on the prairie and I'm call bullshit; this is serious techno stuff going on...