I Slept All Night . . .

. . . and I worked all day. . .
I did and it was great; everything was bright and colorful.  I filled the yard debris bin in no time; pruned and clipped. It was a fine time working together, too.  Funny how much more satisfying it was to work outside while the dreary basement waits its turn. Rather dreading that job, as we won't agree on much of what's to be done before the electrician gets here next week. 
But, the silly song ran through my head all day; why does that happen?  
. . . I'm a Lumberjack and I'm okay . . .