It's still early in the day, if one counts 9 am as early... Not much has transpired today, and although I took my computer with me to work yesterday, I don't plan on doing the same today. It's too heavy to lug around. I guess I'll squint at my Nook this afternoon instead.
A part of me is wishing for my dad and his "expert" chicken advice, and another part is trying to remember his chicken stories. When did they use those glass eggs? When the chicken hid their eggs in the hay loft? Dad used to laugh and tell how they would take the eggs and leave a fake one in their place. "Chickens are too dumb to count," he'd say. "You could take three eggs and leave one and they wouldn't know the difference." Of course you have to find their eggs first...
Malcolm Young RIP.
4 hours ago