I hear that Owen has the cold now and that Gibson had a rough night and so it goes. We humans all get sick at one time or another.
Seriously. I cannot get it together this morning. I've talked to Hank twice (I think that having windows has definitely improved his outlook on life and he sounds bizarrely cheerful and productive) and Jessie once and Lily once. Hank and I are going to lunch, I'm taking Jessie to Costco and I'll see Lily at the Publix.
By the way, Eight O'Clock coffee is BOGO this week.
Stock up, friends.
And that's about as much as I've got to say.
Oh. Here's what I found in the hen house already this morning.
The girls are getting it done! Glad someone is.
Maurice is lying on the table in the sun.
Yes, Maurice. That perspective does make your ass look big. Huge, in fact.
She's got her winter coat and she's rocking it.