"The thing about having a baby - and I can't be the first person to have noticed this - is that thereafter you have it." - Jean Kerr

My first PT appointment is at 7:30 tomorrow morning. I'm giving my therapist two treatments to get this fixed.
Today has been the worst. It's time. Past time.

What makes that even more frustrating: the weather is wonderful and I have a ton of chores that are way overdue to be done. The barns and the coop are a filthy embarrassment, the weeds need to be trimmed around the fruit trees, the veggie beds need to be prepped for winter....

I'll move Frenchie up to the weaning pen early next week. She'll spend a few days with Cannoli and Donut before Marta comes to get Cannoli. Because Frenchie is Stella's first kid I'm curious to see how she responds to having her kid pulled. I know how Frenchie will react. They all spend the next three or four days bawling.

I had to make a run into town for groceries and to stop at the bank so I looked for evidence of the deer I hit. I didn't see anything when driving down or back so maybe I just hit him a glancing blow and he got off OK into the woods. Think NHL hip check. After a closer look I didn't see any damage or even hair on Sally. The bumper wasn't bent any more than it was already.

Because my hip hurts a bunch I've been spending (too much) time in my chair watching TV. I recorded "The Outlaw Josey Wales" and watched it in installments. Clint Eastwood directed and starred. Good movie.
When thinking about the possibility that the deer made it into the woods and died I thought about a line from that flick. Eastwood kills a bad guy and decides he doesn't have time to give him a proper burial. (He's on the run.)
"Even the coyotes gotta eat."
We have coyotes here.

Justice Clarence Thomas described his experience at his Senate confirmation hearings over the Anita Hill accusations as "a high tech lynching," an evocative term that quickly entered the lexicon of political one-liners.
We need a term to describe someone who is done in by the mere accusation of sexual misconduct without any due process.

Thirty four states have a city named Florence. Then there's a hurricane. Or was.

The Blazer had a problem with the temp. I took it up to Ron who discovered a small hole in the radiator and a seeping water pump. Add in a thermostat, new hoses, and new serpentine belt and the cooling system should be 100%.
He also put in some special screen made to keep mice out of the air cleaner. Apparently a family of the little critters had taken up residence in there and made a mess of the filter element.

Next on the list is the headlight switch and the rear deck lid. But those can wait.

I went for our usual pizza date tonight...alone. It was pitiful.
Last time we were in Pam's shiner was still pretty vivid.
Tonight the waitress noticed Pam's absence and said, "She mouthed off again, didn't she."
I told her Pam had a heart attack while with our family in AZ. Boy, did she feel horrible!

One of the cable channels is having a Rocky festival, showing a different movie from that series every Thursday night for the next three years.