This is my 100th post here. I was going to save it for something special, quirky, profound even.

And then I realized, who the hell am I kidding? If I'm waiting for even ONE of those three things to happen, ya'll should just take this little blog off your readers.

So here is the profoundness that is my 100th post.

BILL IS BACK TO WORK!!!!

No TV on in my house. Other than my wheezing and the tapping of the keyboard there is not a sound to be heard.
You don't know how happy this makes me. I love the man really, but I'm so damn glad for him to be out of the house you have NO idea. He better get a job when he retires or there will be serious problems in town.

Blessedly I have this whole week off. I love my work but I have been having a hard time "getting into it". There is a real rhythm and mine has been off. Not off on the job, off with all this other crap. The background crap. Packing, unpacking, loading, unloading, shipping, cleaning.
Maybe I need to go on vacation to a motel. When I get home I usually find I want to clean and organize. So not likely.

G's finger is better. His elbow is sealed over at least and the bruising should subside, eventually. Yeah, don't ask. Let's leave it at; Grace had a rough meeting between elbow and rock. I'm taking stock out in Steri-Strips and band-aide.

The goats have been returned to their own pens and the does are all out in one pen together. A friend brought a doe over to be bred but I think they are about 2 days too late. Same as they were last month. I told them if it doesn't stick this month they need to mark THIS heat (I do think I mentioned this last month) on the calender and we'll get her over here earlier.

No word from the people who have leased my doe. I need to e-mail them and remind them that YES I do remember you have her.

No luck on the puppy front. I'm really really picky and just haven't found the right one yet. Which is fine. One will come along eventually.