Sorry about the title, I couldn't resist that. Might as well have a little fun with the name, since it's mine now.
Anyhow, it's really weird. I can't sleep, and I feel as wired as squirrel on crack. I live in the middle of nowheresville... and it's a Monday night.
I don't have anything to write about, it was just another day on the farm.
I guess I thought that I might as well share my night-time energy with whoever is still awake out there. Hmmmm You all better not take that the wrong way either... I know what you're thinking - I used to be a guy too, remember?
So, what else can I talk about?
We got a new rooster, a big Rhode Island Red. He's annoying, crows all the time. The other roosters don't seem to be amused, but I haven't seen any fights yet.
Frank and Dorris invited me over to my old place for supper tomorrow. Dorris is a wonderful cook - dare I say she's better than my own mother... maybe, but I won't.
I'm not sure what else to write about. I'm sure you don't want to hear about me helping stack firewood or clean-up around the yard to prepare for winter, there's not much to tell.
I think I'll just post this little note and... well... I don't really know... maybe I'll watch TV or something - I hope there's something good on at this time of night.