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"So if you really get bored, and are looking for something to do," Cheryl said to me before she left, "you can go through this pile of bricks and sort out the broken ones." She had a wide, almost mischievous smile as she said it, making it clear that she didn't honestly reasonably expect me to get this done before she got back.

I never did get that bored, but since I really didn't want to do any more painting, guilt spurred me to do it.

Large pile of bricks. Huge. Mostly covered in ivy and weeds. The broken bricks have filled my truck bed, where they sadly wait to be taken to the dump for their ignominious fate.

Sorting through them all involved disturbing the rest of hundreds of pill bugs, spiders, worms, slugs, snails, centipedes, and one beetle. Basically, I destroyed an entire ecosystem. I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds. I was worried PETA might show up, until I remembered they only give a shit about the cuddly animals.

Work was briefly interrupted by a goddamn electrical storm that came out of nowhere on an otherwise temperate day, and lasted for about half an hour. I'm not sure I've ever heard lightning strike quite so close before. I heard sirens a while afterward, which I'm hoping was coincidental.

Finished sorting through the bricks as it was starting to get dark, and arranged the good ones into a rather attractive little terrace where the pile used to be. Arranged some planters on it. Again, like the yard decoration I did yesterday, nothing I'd be heartbroken if they undid. (Okay, maybe a little heartbroken, this time.)

Today's Fun Science Fact: Bricks are frickin' heavy.