Otis and Dearie and I still have no idea if Dearie is a hen or a rooster although my money is on hen. I haven't gotten an egg from either her or little Violet yet and for all I know, they're laying regularly somewhere hidden in the bushes. My egg totals are way down and I blame both the chicken massacre and the inevitable August molting slowdown. Even if I only get one or two eggs a day, that's plenty for me and the Mr. but it's not enough to share and I hate that.
I don't really feel as if I have much to say this evening. The day went very well. My teeth were cleaned and then declared by the dentist as "Great!"
And the endorphins flooded my body and the one-half of a precious Ativan that I'd taken before the appointment hit me at the same time and I felt as tranquil and content as a old sow wallering in cool mud. I met up with Lily and Jessie and we went to Costco hoping for samples as we were all starving and there wasn't one sample to be had but that was okay because then we went to lunch.
I voted, and I've just had a very quiet day and I think I'm just going to let the pictures tell the story. This picture tells a possible story.
Unless things change dramatically in the next 24 hours (always a possibility) we are going to get some weather. It doesn't look like it's going to be terrible but it could be a bit intense. I live up there in the armpit of Florida and the storm will probably cross right over us, and we'll see some rain and some wind. May all of our trees remain standing...
And that's about it from Lloyd tonight. Mr. Moon will be home soon and I don't have to go back to the dentist for six more months and I got to hang out with some of my grands and some of my kids and I voted and it wasn't as hot today as it has been and I picked yet more zipper cream peas and only got about five ant bites and of course, my MacBook is back and in full working order and so, overall, a very fine day indeed.