I shall be waiting with bated breath.
(or if we're going fishing, with baited breath)
Well, the weather gods seem to have smiled down on Love Acres. I mentioned last night that it was sprinkling here around midnight (not in the forecast, of course) and whatever weather system pushed that in also brought cooler air, so right after breakfast this morning, while it was still only 64 °F, I fired up Bob and we went out and finished moving all that cow shit. No vapor lock, though Lannie could hear some noises that this deaf old MoFo can't hear, and she said it was popping and clicking like an old car with a bad carb, bad timing, and lousy gas about to die. It didn't, but she said it sounded like it was about to. I'm gonna stir up a new fuel mixture and see if that helps any.