So last night I feel like I'm coming down with a cold. Sore throat, achy, just plain tired. Took some Nyquil and slept straight through until almost 10 this morning. Got up and insisted I would help Chris with the post office parking lot. We did this last year, go through, sweep up the dust, garbage and crap (not literal crap), I'd weed, trim the bushes, etc. We did it in about three hours last year. So I took a non-drowsy Sudafed, hooked up Phoebe to her halter/leash and we met Chris at the post office. We began weeding and everything was going great. I'm listening to Christopher Paolini's "Brisinger" on audio, there was a nice breeze and Phoebe was chillin. Chris had weed whacked what he could and was blowing everything into a pile to scoop up to put into the back of his truck. All of a sudden I hear this guy screaming and yelling. I walk around the back of the post office and see this guy getting up in Chris' face (he was a short guy, so Chris towered o...