~sip~
Good morning.
Steve said that he should finish what they've asked him to do by tonight.
I know I've said it before...but it really should be the very last draft. The advisor *told* him if he gets this bit done, he'll sign him off.
My goal for today is to take down the chicken run. Every time I look out there, my eyes seem to automatically look for my girls. You know, every morning, after getting up and drinking coffee, I would go out and make sure they had feed for the day, check their water, fetch an egg if needed. I would check on them several times a day, look at them, visit with 'em.
Even during ShootMoot, I frequently would go out and check on G'nad's chickens, out of habit.
I feel a bit at a loss. It seems to have just now dawned on me...the last couple of days have been too busy to hardly think about it.
So I'll tidy up.
Luke: Today is Jr's birthday. He's seventeen.
Nana: You'll be seventeen one day, just like him.
Luke: But Nana, you'll be gone by then...