digging

Digging is fun. It's why I chose it as my profession of preference - I like looking in a screen of dirt for cultural treasure, even if it's just a broken flake from when someone was learning how to make arrowheads a thousand years ago.
Horseflies are not fun. They aren't even a little discouraged by DEET, and they hurt when they bite. More to the point, they circle for ages before getting down to business, i.e. biting you, so while digging, you can attract a large number of orbiting, buzzing bitey bugs without having any opportunity to swat them. If you are sitting on a porch, you could just wait for them to land and swat them, but when digging, you just keep stopping and killing the first three or four you see and then get back to work and wait for the other eight to try a bite.
I really, really need to solve the horsefly issue. The internet suggests long sleeves and a bug net, so I suppose I am heading to Walmart soon to see about them.
Other than that, and the fatigue from barely sleeping from excitement and thunder, and being pathetically out of shape, it was a good day. More tomorrow.