After a wonderful night of sleep for the first time since Monday, I am enjoying my coffee, looking out at the blue sky in our friend's backyard. He set out a coffee cup for me before he left for work-- one of the ones I brought him from the Gugulethu pottery in South Africa on one of my research trips.
After arrival, we headed over to Farm and Ranch to look for the boots I want--black with turquoise stitching.
Yesterday morning I had to get a new bale of hay open. Short story is I have one smashed finger, one fingernail into the quick, and two fingers with a bloody pulp at the cuticle, all due to getting caught in the baling wire. (and, yes, Rand, I WAS wearing gloves--the big heavy leather ones I wear all the time--you know, the ones I had on when you went outside with me to watch me break ice off the water trough--duh.)
Dad said, "I always stopped in the shop and got the wire cutters, then put them back." Sis sais, "I just left them in the window of the hay barn last winter." I said, "Thank ya'll; I will be sure to do that next time." I was bandaging my fingers at the time.
And, speaking of time, it is time to get in the shower and dress--I have lolly gagged enough for one day.