“Stick a fork in me.”
Translation: it has ended; finished.

(Enter the hay bale.)

We had gone for a visit to western Kansas. Stop. Let me rephrase that as not many people just pack up and drive to western Kansas on a whim, without purpose. We went to visit my in-laws in western Kansas.

As I was walking back to the house, a pitchfork in a hay bale caught my eye. As I took in the scene, I could almost hear my father-in-law as he tossed the pitchfork into the bale, saying, “Stick a fork in me, I’m done for the day.”

As I melt into my easy chair each evening, I’m tempted to say the same thing. And I have a desk job.

Until we walk again …