It's not even light out and I'm already starting to get nervous. As soon as I finish in the barn (and then get sluiced off), I'm going down to the valley to Deb and Craig's. One would think I'd be used to leaving by now; it's been four, maybe five times this year. Is this the same me who worked as a consultant and commuted from Sacramento to Salinas and back in a day? I was always on the road in northern California and thought nothing of it. Yes, well...that was then, this is now. I will leave Bessie Anne in charge.
Sheila got her collar off and I had to hunt the pen to find it. She's the only girl to wear one, and I tell her it's because she's special. In reality, it's because my Valley Girl is flighty and easily distracted, and I sometimes have to redirect her attention. She'd prefer one with rhinestones, I'm sure, but the best I could do is a pretty purple "necklace."
It's Labor Day. I was never sure as a kid whether that meant you got a day off from labor, or if you had to work harder on that day. With the economy as it is, now I think just having a job is cause to celebrate. One thing about goats...the barn will need cleaning, holiday or not.