Saturday Night

For some reason, I get melancholy when I am alone in the house at night.  Mom and Dad are visiting my Grandmother in Peoria, IL and staying over so it is just me and the cat (who left me a present in the hallway earlier) in this big, old house...Which I love this house, and I don't mind being alone but sometimes it just preys on you.  Maybe it is because I am listening to beautiful but melancholy music.  Not certain, but tonight there it is...


Worked this morning, (the lead was kinda touchy so it wasn't as fun as it could have been if I'd been working with Julie {she's my favorite lead}).Went to the library this afternoon after getting off work and read two "light" books this afternoon.  Went and fed the animals and ate a frozen pizza.  And that was my day.

I decided that the reason I don't love doing chores is I go out to the barn and what happens?  Every single animal tells me what to do!  The cat meowing insistently until I take it it's food, Frosty kicking at his pen until I give him his hay, the roosters just irritating me, the hen's sounding like a coffee percolator, the sheep bleating....why can't they just be patient?

I do love Frosty though.  I spoil that big galug terribly...

Even though he really needs the attention of a curry comb and right now he has so much mud on his cheek it looks like he got in a fight and has a bruise (I thought that was funny).