Write four lines of prose about: together again.
Very tired. We picked sixty-sixty pints of strawberries this morning.
Because that's when we ran out of pints and started picking into quarts. I think we picked another twenty-six quarts, but that was quite some time ago and my brain has long since stopped working. If it starts working again by market open I'll try to remember to count them all before they sell out.
The journey was... long. Yes, let us label it only as such and move on. Further description would require further examination and the end result of all that is surely insanity.
So be quiet and allow me a few moments to enjoy having the band back together before whatever comes next chooses to arrive.