Waiting Games & Clean Sheets
I'm mighty sore this morning. I'm sleeping erratically some nights to check for lambs, other nights (if I fall asleep late enough) I manage five or six hours. Between that and jogging again I am a little sore and airier than usual. It's not a bad feeling, actually. I'm aware of every muscle that is a little tight but in this ethereal waking state of calm. It's a sublime way to feel on a farm. I'm just going with it.
Today is an inside day. A trip to the laundromat after a morning finishing up a magazine article. I'm hoping to get in another light jog and possibly even brush out and ride the pile of black shedding mayhem known as Merlin every other time of the year but spring. I know horses shed like nuts in the spring, but Merlin grows a coat around 3 inches long and one good shake blows out enough to make it look as if he can create smoke from friction. He is magical, so maybe he can?!
I hope to update soon with photos of kids in the living room, new lambs, and clean sheets but I may have to settle for the sheets. A girl can only ask so much from a Wednesday morning after all. And now I am off to write and play check up nurse with some ovine and caprine patients. Wish us luck!