Once, I went to Seattle for a day and a night, and when I came home, there was no floor in the living room. They had pulled it out of the house. Yes, really.
But today I was only gone for three hours. Three. I just got home.
Car to the right of the picture: my car.
Ditch across the middle: between my car and the door into the house. Deep ditch.
Ditch made by large machine in background.
This means that tomorrow morning, on the way to church, I will need to walk through ridiculous ground all the way around the house to get to my car.
I'm wearing flats.