Kim asked me to pick the lettuce from the garden and wash it today. I promptly fired up a bone (figuratively), slapped “Now I’m a Farmer” from Odds and Sods by the Who on the ear buds, and went into harvest mode. I brought the lettuce in to wash it and figured I’d put it in the dishwasher on the delicate, cold cycle. The heads promptly lost the wilt to leave so I gathered the dogs and my cat around and said “Lettuce Pray.”