I've been drinking coffee for forty-five minutes, trying to wake up. Mr. Moon, who is already on the lawn mower said to me when I got up, "Excited to get ready for our boys!"
And I said, "I'm not quite there yet."
I'm still not.
Lily told me yesterday that Owen had said a prayer the night before. It went like this, "Please god, make time go faster so it will be time to go to Mer and Boppy's house."
His other grandmother takes him to church. They do have a swell nursery there.
If I said a prayer today it would be something like, "Please god, do not let me have used up every bit of my allotted energy for the next two days by yesterday's manic activity."
There's Mr. Moon from last night with Nicey on his shoulder. I'm pretty sure that Nicey's sibling, Catniss, is a rooster. The comb and tail feathers are distinctly more pronounced than Nicey's. But experience teaches me that I won't know until he or she actually crows or lays eggs. I don't care to get all up in a chick's privates and besides that, even if you do it's hard to tell.
Night before last, Mr. Moon went to shut up the chickens and found a young possum in the hen house. Bad news. Anyway, he got that possum out of there with a pitchfork which was the only implement to hand. He did not stab the possum. That would have been gross and probably wrong. He does wish he'd thumped him though, to tell him that he's not allowed in the hen house. I'm not sure the possum would have taken the lesson to heart even if he had.
All right. That's all the news from Lloyd so far this morning.