So, that's the news.
No, not really. But seriously. Sort of.
We're supposed to be getting ready to drive over to Apalachicola. Have I done one thing to get ready?
No. I have not.
We have no animal tenders so Mr. Moon is going to put the baby coop in the big coop where there will be a doubling of protection and just let them spend the night in it. I'm pretty sure they'll be okay but of course I'll be worried the entire time because I was put on this earth to worry and by god, I do my fucking job whether I get paid or not.
I am sure that once we get on the road I'll be fine but that is going to involve some packing which I have not yet started and oh, boy. Here we go again.
Cutest picture on the internet today:
For some reason that just tickled my heart. Little Prince greeting President Obama in his bathrobe.
I better go pack.