Quiet Before the Storm

If you are a regular visitor here then you would have noticed that after a double pump Sunday I went dark for a couple of days. Well it happens, and in this case it happened for a couple of reasons. One of them was time, well not really time but it seems like time was a factor. So I have been working again, I mean I never stopped but I actually have to leave the house to do it now. One of my kids started last week and I have to drive to the farm office to meet with him each day and give him instruction and guidance in the ways of the world, especially as it pertains to our tasks. So I have get up early and depart then I get home after the final gunshot of the day and I'm left to deal with life. Plus I'm tired, I haven't been hitting the high water mark for sleep lately, probably starting to feel stress about the job, we only get one chance, one shot to get it right and oodles of hours of planning goes into that. So I'm tired when I get home from stressing over the easy-bake plot plan oven all day. My go-to stress relief is also terrible for time. I play the farm game. Well I guess a better way to describe it is that I get consumed by the farm game. Both the dark nights this week were batten down the hatches and play it until sleep showed up to wait on me. And wait it did. Then, like an eight year old throwing a tantrum, it didn't do as I asked. It didn't get it's way initially so it crossed its arms dramatically and pouted. I said, "Can we go to sleep now?" Sleep replies, "NO!" and pouts emphatically. I can just picture the scene and it is hilarious, not hilarious though is missing out on about an hour of sleep. That is just rough. So I resolute to ease back on this menace for a couple of nights. I think I will have a chance to rage on it Saturday but it's supposed to be such a nice day that I might have to venture out into the world to make some noise, specifically the noise of a rake going through grass. Or maybe the noise of a shovel re-claiming a former driveway to shovel under front steps that rodents have been renting for the winter. And much like the subletters of 55 Northumberland I haven't seen a dime from the mice either. I'm really Gordoing the situation too but not asking for it. Do mice use money? Do they have tiny little mice bills? No! They don't! Because they're stupid and weak. So I will endeavour to enact the plan I described with great detail and remorse some weeks earlier. Those little freeloaders like living under there so much, cool, it can be permanent. Or at least maybe they can dig out and take the hint like I like to imagine. So in summary, I haven't posted much this week, mice are stupid, sleep or Nod or whatever you picture is an eight year old brat and work sucks. Enjoy the sun!