Here in Washington County we're in the middle of a snow storm. Morning chores went slow but all got done. The two goats produced a gallon of milk this morning and it was strained and in the fridge by 9AM. I had two big cheesecloths of hanging chevre in the kitchen but decided to give them to the pigs. They were probably fine to eat, but I wouln't want to offer someone soft cheese that was open to the air of a very ill person's house. The pigs dove in like it was Thanksgiving dinner. If anyone is happy here it is those girls in the barn.
I'm typing on the kitchen eMac while three goat kids play and romp about. Earl is all better, the twins are working on their spinning kicks. Annie is barely tolerating them. Gibson is in heaven. To have livestock to boss around right in his living room is the bee's knees. It doesn't feel like a sick person's house anymore. It feels very much alive and thriving.
So, yes, I am feeling a little better, and I think this morning's hot shower and bottle of fizzy soda are the main reason. That and knowing the worst of it is over. Last night I couldn't sleep and spent most of my upright time walking to the bathroom between cold/hot sweats. But this morning I feel less... explosive. I even made a trip into town. I plan on getting back to work on some editing and freelance today as well. It feels good just to be showered with a plan. The last 48 hours have been rough but I think I'll be back to my normal self in a day or two.
P.S. I know I don't have any control over the pay-per-click ads but has anyone else seen the one about Thai girls looking for marriage?! Yikes.