ok, knock off the Willie Nelson.
Lots of excuses for being pretty quiet here for a while- like, lack of sleep for a couple days while Delilah got used to being downstairs alone. Wow, she was a howler for a while.
Harvest. Still going on; still behind.
Sniffles. Well, more than sniffles; Spice has been on antibiotics for hyper-sniffles for more than a week now; Smidgen has a gorgeous cough in the mornings, but the doctor says it's not the hyper-sniffles, just a yucky cold.
Then there's this trip I've got to go on; out of state for 4 days, and they want me to say something interesting and significant, at length. Spice and Smidgen get to hold down the fort and milk the chickens, between coughs.
Kind of hard to focus on a new powerpoint while all the world's handbaskets are on greased, 60° inclined, straight railroad tracks to hell.
So, I've been preoccupied. I'm out of time to ponder now; have to get on the plane in the morning.
ok, knock off the Mamas and Poppas thing.
Gon out, bisy, backson.