…and nothing’s going on worth writing about. Maybe later.
The boys are outside on guard against the dreaded cattle, and maybe waiting for the morning walky. I’ve got a Carpenter’s song stuck in my head, which is never a good thing. The ladies in the Fortress of Attitude are still in a state of armed truce with the babies, punctuated by mild eruptions of conflict as swiftly forgotten. All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well except that it’s gloomy and I don’t feel like doing anything, but there are things to do and I need to go out and do them.