The sky is graying and the thunder is rumbling southwest of here and again- we are panting in hopes it will rain. The damn disappointment when it does not is palpable.
My kitchen floor is drying and I will mop the hallway when it's done and I can put all the stuff back in the kitchen which is now in the hallway and I didn't exactly think this through, did I?
I have venison and vegetables in the crockpot and bread rising on the stove. There are clean sheets on our bed. My chickens are all alive.
I found a huge roach today in a cooler that I was about to carry outside. When I say huge, you have to understand that this is NOT a relative term. I know roaches. I know this was one of the biggest I have ever seen.
None of you ever want to live in Lloyd, do you? None of you even want to visit. I'd bet the ranch on that.
Anyway, I took that cooler out and dumped the roach in front of Elvis. He dove for it, stunned it, and then Miss Mabel snatched that behemoth up in her beak and ran with it. Tasty bugs are a chicken's favorite food, as far as I can tell.
It's been a good day. The wind is picking up.
Maybe it will rain.
I sure will be grateful if it does.