Morning

Foggy morning here on teh Ranch, in fact. Houdini got me up the 'usual time' for a weekday, which is actually all right for a day off anyway. I wanted to double check my schedule, since I'd seen something in passing yesterday about the upcoming weekend staffing. Or at least I'm pretty sure (tired morning) the upcoming weekend. At any rate, with the schedule on-line I can and did check it. Off today, working Saturday.

The fog is thick enough that occasionally it interferes with the Sky Internet connection. It particularly interferes if both Herself and I are trying to surf, and specifically if we try to hit more than one website at the same moment. One working at a time, hit one web site at a time (not trying to get two tabs, or two windows, or two separate PC browser sessions) that seems to work fine.

This information offered for those who are contemplating a Sky Internet (satellite) service. Mostly it's quite good. Water in the sky does interfere, if it is dense enough. Such is life.

Today does contain to-do things. Feed run and County Seat run and a project for Herself. Possibly, though probably not, a run into town for groceries and such. Probably not because these are not desperately needed, and may be done after work tomorrow.

Busy Day, Busy Day.

Thus, I suppose, a sense of accomplishment should be the order of the day. Not quite sure it will be, though.

Following the slow, pleasant start to the day, consuming coffee in a civilised manner (slowly) and then got dressed & headed out with Herself to feed the Kids & Horses, Goats, and Hogs. After the feeding frenzy, Houdini & I loaded up in Forrest NissanPickup to make a feed run, getting Cow and Bird. Houdini enjoyed visiting one of his 'girl friends', she's a clerk at the feed store and gives him dog cookies. Also tanked up Forrest.

We unloaded the Cow feed upon arrival home, no one in sight when we pulled up, nor while we got ready. Pour of the first bag into the barrel, though, and bovines came running from the woods on the far side of their pasture. Hopeful to the end, they stood and waited, watching feed pour into barrels, knowing some would be coming their way.

They're right, however, not at the time. Will be feeding time for them in another half hour or so. Possibly less.

Back to the house, stash the Bird feed, and carry some things into Studio 318 for storage. There, make a few 'compromising' photographs as well. More on that later. Perhaps. Depends. Bribes, anyone?

( Got Long-ish: Adventures in Old Cars )

( Which Leads To Adventures In Creative Book-Keeping... and such )

Then back home, getting that call mentioned above on the way. Forrest is snug inside with two Humans and a Border Collie. Doable, and snug.

That's the day so far. Now, time to go feed teh Horses and teh Cows, then teh Bros, and, of course, us.