fun on the farm! not.

 Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed this morning after a solid eight hours of sleep, now sipping coffee and reading all about the Super Bowl and halftime show. Sadly, I missed my bestie’s SB party and the game itself because I was in bed by 7.

Yesterday absolutely kicked my butt. But I never would have gotten it done without my mom, who checked her steps right before she left and had walked over four miles just helping me around the farm with this project. It was about a six-hour job, and she tackled the hardest four hours with me before heading home to get ready for the Super Bowl. (If you’ve ever seen Buffalo ’66, think Angelica Huston’s character.) You don’t come between my mom and her football games, so I’m always very aware of when the important ones are on.

It’s 5:30am now. I just checked the horses and both seem happy about the new fence. Sadly, I suspect Buddy will be the first to get zapped - I’ve noticed he’s been leaning on it for months (I know, I know). Sweet Buddy knows where he’s safe, and I hope his feelings aren’t too hurt when it happens.

Yes, I should have tested the voltage already, but alas… I am human and tend to procrastinate when there are other, more fun things to do.

It’s a new week. Aside from the bus hikes, I’ve got a few privates and then some tax stuff I am not at all excited about.

Happy Monday.

xo

- s