Field trip #2 is to a wetland restoration project - whipping winds, deathly cold, and intolerable boredom as our guide prattles on about water tables, canal diversion and fecal coliform bacteria. He has a strange accent, pronouncing 'soil' as 'suhl' and stretching vowels into diphthongs. We are bored to tears in minutes and there are no alligators or cottonmouths to keep us entertained.
Mercifully, it is short.

Currently reading:
A Farewell to Arms - Ernest Hemingway

(Sorry for the whining and bitching of late - I should start writing these in the morning again when I'm in a more compassionate mood.)