"I used to work at the unemployment office. I hated it because when the fired me I had to show up at work anyway." - Wally Wang

We got our first egg yesterday, about five weeks before we expected anything. A hen's first eggs are always small so we didn't do anything with this one except open it up to discover two very tiny yolks.

In the useless information department, every egg a hen will ever lay is inside her from the time she's a chick. The ova develop and drop one at a time through her egg-laying life.
That red spot you see in some eggs is not an indication that the egg has been fertilized; that's a common myth. That's a blood spot that appears as the egg is developing inside the hen and is more frequent in larger hens that lay larger eggs.
You can tell how fresh an egg is by the white. It gets watery as the egg ages, so when you crack it into a pan watch to see how far the white spreads. The white of a really fresh egg will stay right around the yolk in a tight circle. So you can figure out why McDonalds and some restaurants use those metal rings around the eggs while they cook on the grill.
You can also judge an egg's age by the air space at the large end. The shells are permeable (which is why the white gets watery) and that space will get bigger as the egg gets older.

We left Verizon over two months ago and moved over to AT&T in an effort to get cell coverage here at the property. That didn't work out - the coverage is intermittent at best - but that's not the problem. Getting Verizon to go away has become a re-enactment of the movie, Fatal Attraction. This is the second month I've rec'd a bill from Verizon despite having cancelled that account. Last month I called  Customer Service and the recording asks for "your 10-digit number," which brings a message that the number is invalid. Of course it is; I LEFT VERIZON! Another 25 minutes later the guy who finally answered my call on the other end tells me it's their mistake and I should ignore the bill.
Guess what showed up in my inbox this morning.
Agony redux. Only this time it took even longer.
Forgive me if I'm less than confident "the issue is resolved."

We're going back to last Sunday's church tomorrow. Last week was an anomaly for them, but it seems they have a lot of those. (is that an oxymoron?) The pastor was gone, it's summer, a national baseball tourney in Reno (the pastor coaches a traveling team and several families in the church have kids who play for him), Father's Day ...we were two of about 20 people in attendance. Things were pretty haphazard. We're hoping for better tomorrow.