While Some People Dine In Parisian Cafes...

Dear god, I have become the most boring person on the planet. It hasn't happened overnight- trust me. I've been working on this status for years.
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.

Love...Ms. Moon