The deer have been into the trees, the dogs have been into the flower beds, frost in the garden and moles in the lawn. The sink is overflowing with dirty dishes, the laundry room bulging at the seams and I’m pretty sure those are dust bunnies in the hall but let’s be honest, they may be actual bunnies. The dogs have gone feral, the chickens are giving me stink-eye with some very unpleasant cackles and I think my house plants are picking up their roots and attempting to move out.
I think Jeff still lives here but between John Deere, the restaurant, the farm and my crazy hours; I don’t think we’ve been awake, or even asleep, and in the same room for nearly 2 weeks.
THIS. This is why I’m so thankful I don’t pull overtime shifts very often and get to work part time. Balance is everything.
Now to go cut off a slice of that big, bad, buck sausage and toast to next hunting season. I’ve had 12 hours of sleep since Sunday and I’ve lost my patience. , ,