Got my work done just a little after 3:30. I was a total zombie. The ride home woke me up a bit, though, which was good. I made jam right away when I got home. 4 pints of strawberries, the pectin, and a little less than a cup of sugar. The little bit I tasted from the pot after filling the jars was pretty darned good.
Gonna wash some dishes now while I think about what I want to make myself for dinner. Maybe something with rice and beans. And chicken, maybe. And I've still got those potatoes. Then, properly fed, I will sit down to work on Krayzen stuff.
Life is pretty darned good. (Of course, now that I said that, I just know that something awful is going to happen.)