Well everyone but the three baby rabbits made it through the sub-zero temps. I call that a success. I was worried about the chickens but they don't seem any worse for the wear.
I have fallen out of my writing habit. Not this blog, but the descriptive and narrative writing that I use for my books. I read some of what other people write on their blogs and it is .... poetic... even if it is about frozen poop. I find myself jealous of their mastery of the language to paint such a mosaic of ... poop.
So I am going to make an effort to describe things more eloquently in the hopes of retraining my brain to think like that.
But for now I think I need to clean my desk. Nothing like a little procrastination when the blinking cursor mocks you.
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