Because the Show Must Go On...

Today. Today is a sick day in a harvester's world.

But not the kind where you get to call your boss and in between coughs convey that you are just too sick to do any good work today. It's the kind that no matter how much you cough, how red your eyes are, how stuffy your nose is, or how miserable you feel from all of that, you must still do good work. You see, it's kind of like being the lead actor in a play...the show must go on. The difference is that Mother Nature decides when the play starts and how miserable you will be throughout.

Lately, that same Mother Nature has been seeing how hard she can kick us before we break. Her leading weapon? Rust. No, no...not the stuff that when water and iron and air and....whatever. It's this awful, terrible stuff that grows on wheat whenever it has had too much moister. More or less...it's kind of like mold that lives on the stocks of the wheat and when you go to harvest the wheat it turns into this cloud of black powder that lit.er.ally coats everything.

So, today we are fighting allergies and asthma, countless coughs, and the stress of getting it all done, doing it well, and getting out of here on time... because the show must go on.

It is times like this that you can realize what motivates you. No one would stay here (or anywhere) if their miserable-ness outweighed their love...of money, work, love, or maybe even stubbornness.

So...I guess what I'm saying is...if you don't have time to smell the roses and your nose wouldn't work if you tried at least recognize that roses (as allergy inducing as they might be) are pretty.