Feedly keeps getting hit and if I don't get around to your blog, that's why.
Well, that and the fact that the boys are coming and they keep me pretty busy.
I really have nothing to report here. Drogo risked his life last night by sleeping in the nesting box right next to Elvis with both Chi-Chi and Cha-Cha. Maybe things will work out for him and Elvis.
I have been observing Maurice with chicken-anthropologist eyes and although I have had cats off and on for most of my life, I am realizing that cats are FREAKY! I swear, I understand chicken behavior far more easily than cat behavior. And I'll go out on a limb here and say that chickens are more like humans than cats are, despite our mammalian tie.
So those are my deep thoughts this morning and oh, wait! American Idol is going to have an audition in Tallahassee! Get your act together, folks!
Seriously. That's about it. I got a report from Mr. Moon and it's not all good on the island. The AC didn't work and of course there's no vehicle there so he had to anchor the boat offshore behind the house and haul everything in through the water and there was something about having to get up at 3:00 a.m. when the tide changed to move the boat and...
Well. Sounds like a typical Dog Island fishing adventure.
The porch frog is croaking, Maurice is studying the back yard through the screen, the dogs are still alive although Dolly is barely. I hear she wouldn't even stand up to get groomed yesterday but kept laying down for the process. Beverly said she kept saying, "Don't die on me, Dolly!" and of course she didn't and will probably live for another decade or so.
I just got an automated call from a North Carolina number stating that I had a wireless-to-land-line text and to listen to it, press any key. I pressed one and heard, "What a great day this is. Friday the 13th and a full moon."
If that was you, let me know.
And yes, it is definitely Friday the 13th and a full moon too.
I don't know whether to celebrate or live in fear.
Happy Friday, y'all.