After working here steadily for the past three days, as my sister was getting ready to back out of my driveway and drive 170 miles to her home where the hard work has really been piling up, she kept looking at the pond and finally said, "I need to just finish the rest of the mowing before I leave". She was getting out of the truck to go do it but I told her to go home and we could manage what little is left. I could see that she felt terrible about leaving us with any kind of burden, but she went away because that's just the life of a superhero. It's a big planet, and there's lots of work to do.