We had several hours today without any rain. I took advantage of the break to muck out the goat barn and the chicken coop. I put fresh straw in the three nest boxes and decided to line up the seven eggs they'd laid today in a straight line in one of the boxes. Tonight Pam told me how cool it was that the hens laid their eggs all in a line.
I didn't tell her.
Am I a bad person?
She likes the new toilet but it might have been a mistake. Now "we" are going to put down new flooring, install a new vanity and sink, and put in a new light. No timeline, so no pressure.
I'm sketching out the sermons and lessons I'll do when I'm in Eastport. I want to be very well prepared.
I checked Google Maps and it's almost exactly 3,000 miles from Baker Rd. to Eastport if you use Hwy 80 across the country. To drive it would take almost 48 hours if you never stopped for any reason.
I'm flying.
Pam noticed that the weather gal on one of the Phoenix affiliates wears really tight dresses over her well endowed figure. (I didn't notice. Nope.)
She wondered if she chooses to dress like that or if she's told to.
My response: Even if she's told to wear those clothes she chooses to. She could leave her TV gig and become a third grade teacher or a dental assistant.
That is, there's a certain disingenuousness in complaining about treatment that you willingly endure when you have options.
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