Sort of like the paperwork I'm doing. Looking at each tiny receipt and going - yay, nay or huh? For those of you who are mothers you might think of this stage as when you do a mammoth clean of a kid's room and you are now down to the lego, tiny cars, elastic bands, grommets, and mysterious bits of metal (boys) or the itty-bitty barrettes, thousands of pieces of paper with drawings on them, crayon fragments and bits of mysterious plastic (girls). One simply has to touch each piece and make a decision. And absolutely no-one is going to come and save the day and do it for you. They can't. You have to. YIKES!
So, I'm going to walk Hoagy because he hasn't been out yet for a pee and the chickens made a prison break this morning - Ron had to let them out of the pen (their fenced in bit of yard) early because several of them had gone over the fence. Yep - jail break! We usually let them out later in the day because we are hoping they'll lay some damn eggs and so we can put Hoagy on his lead in the back. No biggy - I was going to take him for a stroll anywho. So walk the beast, look at bits of paper and then head for work in town. All the while considering the overhaul of the plot.
Don't forget that tomorrow will be the first
Black Bart and Bella forage for goodies