Here I am, a couple of weeks out from a tandem bone marrow transplant, and I'm out a-farming. Scraping the horse turnouts, actually, which I grant isn't the hardest work in the world, but I'm still pretty pleased with myself. I'm also pretty pleased with my Ford tractor, which sat patiently in the rain and cold and sun waiting for me to come back. It started on the first crank and went right to work without the slightest complaint. Those old-time engineers with narrow ties and slide rules really knew what they were doing when they designed that tractor, let me tell you.