Daddy seems to be up now and I guess he's feeling a lot better. I'm glad about that. I missed him so much.
For most of the day, from dawn to about now, I've been working in our garden. And when I say garden, I mean, huge plot of land with only flowers. Of course, our garden is covered by a bunch of trees and some trees that give off fruits, which is great because if it turns out to be a hot day while I'm working (something Shika will never experience, the goddamn lazy bum), I can just sit in the shade for a few minutes to cool down and then get back to work.
I pulled out the weeds, collected seeds, tore up the dead perennials, hoed up some of the grounds (carefully and making sure not to hit any of the autumn or winter plants), watered just about all of the land (by hand, mind you), made sure none of the bugs (aphids, etc.) weren't eating up the plants by checking each and every bloom thoroughly, collected some plums from the trees, and finished up by picking up a morning glory flower just for Daddy.
I'm filthy, exhausted, covered in dirt and mud, my hands are blistered, and if I ever hear anyone say I don't work hard, I'm going to punch them in the kidneys.