So the Pope said that people don't need to "breed like rabbits."
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
You go, Pope Dude!
While you're at it, maybe let folks use some "artificial" birth control because not having intercourse when a woman is ovulating is a tricky thing. If memory serves, ovulation was when I truly wanted to have intercourse and was so overcome by hormones that it was full-steam-ahead-and-damn-the-torpedos and I'm pretty sure that's true for most women.
Why anyone lets a man who's vowed never to have sex give them advice and counsel on having sex is beyond me. But hey! It's a Catholic thing!
Well, that's about all I have to talk about this morning.
It's another beautiful day. Yayayaya.
Ozzie's gone missing again. Where is that hen staying?
I need to go take a walk, see if I can leak some of this adrenal-overload off.
And then to town where I have some errands to run.
Gibson is definitely sick but he'll be all right. Lily is better. Once again, we go on.
At least I'm done breeding. Like a rabbit or otherwise.