180,317. (+- 1)

It is done.

I don't know whether to shout for joy or cry. One thing for sure, any tears would be of joy.

The record setting final bale is sitting outside the scale office. The Cooperative is supposed to be buying it and it will be displayed inside a glass case in the office.

To be honest I hope this record stands for a long time. If it is broken I don't know if I would be a party to it. It has been hard. It has been frustrating. It has been difficult. It has been fun at times. It has been rewarding. It has given purpose. But it has worn us out.

We have experienced the entire spectrum of emotion since October 8 of last year. 194 days at the compound.

I want to go home. Oh LORD, I want to go home.

I will, just not today or tomorrow. I expect Krl to go home tomorrow. The end of season party is tomorrow evening and takes place about 75 feet from the travel trailer park. I am keeping three employees until all the travel trailers are either gone or road ready, the forklifts are cleaned, bale clamps loaded, forks and side shifts installed, and forklifts loaded on a flat bed trailer. I am even contemplating letting Benigno and Julio drive to Roscoe for one day of trailer work.

But that is later in the week. I just need to take one day at a time.

Have a day.

FATHER, thank YOU for the tremendous opportunity with this years work. We could not have done it without YOU and YOUR guidance. We are so blessed. FATHER we confess to YOU that we are weak, that we are needy. We thank YOU for YOUR mercy and grace! Rest and renew us.