I think I would have preferred yard-work to being hauled out of bed early this morning to help out at my in-laws' coffee shop breakfast after the early Mass in their parish.

I am sorry. It is true the yardwork was an afternoon thing.

(I took one look at that masthead and thought, Oh! It's Epona's bone-yard horse from Alan Moore's "The Highbury Working.")

See above; apparently we are to blame time_shark. That said: should I read this story? "Epona's bone-yard horse" sounds like a good thing to me.

[edit] Okay, I see it's not a story, but it is pretty cool. I am reminded of Iain Sinclair. Thanks for the pointer!