I piddled around and but-firsted (do not read that wrong or it will sound really dirty) and did this and that and finally cleared a workspace and pulled out the material I bought months ago for a project and looked at it and ripped a bit of it and cut a bit of it and went crazy and ate leftover pizza and then I just started messing around the way I do and got out my beloved old Singer which works like a charm, runs like a sewing machine, and the next thing I knew it was six o'clock.
How did that happen?
Here's one thing I did when I was procrastinating-
I ran all of my Cozumel sea glass and the vase which holds it in the dishwasher! I swear, I'll wash anything in that machine. And now it sparkles, it shines, it's beautiful!
I will never get over the wonder of my dishwasher. Never, ever, ever.
And besides that and giving the chickens fresh water, all I've done is sit on my ass and sew and and stand and iron and kneel and rip and cut.
So it goes.
It's been completely delightful and I might do the same tomorrow. Although I won't need to run the sea glass through the dishwasher again.
And in the chicken report- I think the dewormer did the trick. The weird poop has been replaced by normal-looking chicken poop. Good thing I'm not adverse to poop, huh?
Poop is important. Life is good.