I had a load of dirt delivered to level out some low spots in the back yard. Well, it's that south Texas caliche, which means that when it's wet it's like axel grease and when it's dry it's like bricks. So it's full of clods the size of my fist all through it, so while I'm moving it around, I'm also having to bust up the clods with the flat side of a long-handled shovel, with over-hand swings. So I just visualized little Tony Fauci's face down there in the dirt and you know what? Time just flew by and before I knew it, I was done.