The last thing I want this time of year is to be traipsing around the dank buggy woods looking for rodents.
It's not all that fun, but it's still better than working.
I suppose so, but that pesky “work” business hasn’t been a problem for 12 years, so my frame of reference is a little stale. Nice to be able to pick and choose the days you well, do anything actually!
Subject to War Department rules, of course, but I sleep with the Secretary……
