But it's finally happened. I have reached that goal where sleeping is now the most interesting thing I do all day. I'd offer you my dreams to prove that point but I can't remember them.
Here's a picture of me and an un-named chick:
As you can see, the chicks are growing very fast. Yesterday I cut up some grapes for them and they ate them all up!!!
See? That's exciting to me.
Also? You will note that I am wearing my beige corduroy overalls and my green cashmere sweater, both Old Navy brand, both acquired at the Goodwill. It's a good look, right?
Especially when accessorized with the baby chick.
Here's another shot.
Yes. I have eyes.
Here's the funniest thing Owen said to me all week:
We were at Fanny's Cafe, having our delightful lunch on Tuesday and he had to poop so I took him in to the restroom. I stood outside the door so he could have his privacy but when I heard the toilet flush, I went in to make sure he was washing his hands.
"How'd it go?" I asked him, as grandmothers sometimes do.
"That was a disgusting poop," he said. "I am never pooping that poop again!"
I think I will leave you with that as there is very little I could add to even attempt to make it a better story. Find whatever meaning in it that you will.
It is Friday. It is beautiful in Lloyd, but it is cold. I am going to take a walk. I am going to the library. I am going to give my baby chicks some more grapes.
Tonight I will sleep.
Happy Friday, y'all.