Hmmmm . . . eat breakfast. Nap. Swish flies. Eat dinner.
Not much, from where I'm standing, but then humans do always overcomplicate things.
In any case, blogging without a transcriptionist is no fun at all. I'm going to take these hoofies out to the pasture and doze! In the meantime, you can enjoy this photo from the archives: my very first ride with FarmWife, when I was still the neighbor's mule and she was still the lady-next-door. Before this ride, she was drawn to me—after, she was in love.
Yours truly,
Fenway Bartholomule
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