Getting S.A.D.

Seed Acquisition Disorder, that is. It is that time of year.  Per Top Gun, it is possible that my ego is writing checks that my body cannot cash. For example, I should be disassembling the orchard junk pile and carefully removing the car batteries and oil cans the former owners left in the woods. I said I would do this by today. But it's my day off from the dairy. Must. Do. It.