Sunday, December 11, 2016

At Least We Have Eggs

Mr. Moon got home right after I fell asleep last night but reached over and held my hand for a moment when he got in the bed.
"You're home!" I said, "I'm so glad," and then promptly went back to my dreams.

It's gray and warmer here today and when my husband went out to let the chickens out he found six tiny eggs in a little hole in the hay on the floor which I had totally not seen. I've been wondering where Violet and Dearie are laying and that's where. They are sneaky little birds and it would appear that Dearie has found a new sleeping place and I doubt I'll ever figure out where it is but she shows up in the morning and perhaps she and Violet had an argument or perhaps she doesn't appreciate Mick's attentions at bedtime. I have no idea.

I also have no idea what I'm doing today. Laundry, for sure. I don't know. I feel aimless and purposeless, lazy and unmotivated.


Yeah. Like Sunday.

Another one of those.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Oh, Mary. You made me laugh this morning. Poor little hen getting away from either her sister or a COCKadoodledoo.

    Weirdness here. I woke this morning. At work now between clients. It's 7:39. I have no anxiety. Zero. Is this how normal people feel? I can breathe. I'm happy. Joyful, even.

  2. Those chickens are so funny. Such distinct little feathery personalities!


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