I’m just sitting here wondering where all the hours went.
The day went faster than I thought it would.
Cowboy didn't wake up until noon.
He ate his breakfast, then went right back to sleep.
He slept until nearly 4 p.m., went out to take care of his chickens, then gave his work truck a good cleaning.
He takes eggs to work, but somehow ended up breaking a few.
He said his truck smelled awful and had maggots.
I told him I could have done without hearing that.
He vacuumed and cleaned it with upholstery cleaner.
Badger was in her room all day.
Heron was at work.
Whatever had been bothering his back seemed to have worked itself out.
But if he starts tugging, moving, and lifting heavy things, it’ll just lock up again.
I spent my day on the computer.
We've had two storms go through, neither of them severe.
One hit late this afternoon, and here it is about 10 p.m., and it's storming again.
That lightning is wicked, and the thunder is just booming.
Hopefully we keep the power on this time.
Heron said he's going to have to get up early and go to Newport to check on the goats.
They were getting worse storms than we were, and it usually floods up there.
He's worried their house won't keep them dry.
They've learned to climb up on it and tear it down.
He was cutting boards in the carport to take up there when the lightning started dancing.
He decided he'd better head inside.
All the grandkids are back in school and oh my gosh.
Baby Vier started Headstart today.
I wasn't ready for that yet.
I'm still bracing myself for Raven to move back in.
While I miss the grandkids, I don't miss having them here every single weekend.
We humans are full of contradictions.
With that, I'm heading back to my show.
The series ended on a cliffhanger, with the man bleeding out on his kitchen floor.
It wasn't brought back for another season.
From what I've read, they meant for him to live and planned to spend the next season figuring out who shot him.
Wasn't that the whole “Who Shot J.R.?” thing?
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