I woke up this morning to a beautiful day, a glorious day, a day of light and coolness, of naughtiness and hardly a whiff of existential despair. Miss Honey showed up after weeks of having disappeared, possibly into the Chicken Witness Protection Plan. We fed her some oyster crackers (what Owen calls the not-good crackers) and sang our greetings to her pretty little face.
The government is still shut down (and I've written my fourth e-mail to my Republican representative and the dude still hasn't ended his Tea Party stance), the government of Florida is as fucked up and evil as ever and this man is still unbelievably our governor
I'm still fat, my hips still ache like crazy, and I'll never have a daddy but fuck it. I'm absolutely not unhappy today.
Went for a walk and picked these.
Came home and hung clothes on the line and the very sight of them drying in the sun pleases me to a ridiculous degree.
My plans for the day include cleaning the MOTHERFUCK out of the hen house in hopes I can entice the ladies back in to lay an egg or two, and working a little bit in the garden.
And that is it. And that makes me happy.
Yes. I'm happy today. For absolutely no apparent reason and perhaps the planets are aligned properly for you too. I would love that to be true. We all need days like this to remind us that there are, in fact, days like this.
Love from Lloyd...Ms. Moon