Another week, the dump truck is out of commission. We tried to get it running but couldn't. We're not mechanics, but little things we can fix. So tommarow someone will come in to take a look at it.
Today was so cold that the one burial we did was pretty difficult. Every time the wind blew, the exposed skin would sting almost instantly. It was so cold that the people who were supposed to witness watched from their cars. (Frostbite kind of weather) Unlike last week my co-workers were actually trying to get along.
Which of course, I prefer.