I'd rather be in Philadelphia.

I know the calendar says it's Tuesday, but I think it's really Monday trying on its Halloween disguise. Since lunch, I was sprayed three times by sprinklers -- once in the crotch (it's a good thing I'm wearing navy blue trousers) and once in the rear -- and someone on my crew broke yet another car window by propelling a rock with a string trimmer. Oh well. As Mrs. Slocombe once said, "Haccidents will 'appen." At least it was a Toyota and not the BMW on the opposite side of the parking lot.