This is not the time of year to take a day off, but I sat on the sidelines yesterday with a pulled chest muscle. I would gladly have handed off barn chores to any passing stranger, but no strangers passed. I was very thankful that the girls came in for breakfast in orderly fashion; raking out stalls was as much effort as I could put forth and chasing down a recalcitrant goat was not on my wish list. Animals and fowl fed and watered, I retreated to the house where the most active thing I did all day was stoke the wood stove. I could hear Freddy Fender singing "Wasted Days" and felt bad about it, but not so bad that I did anything. After a day of rest, it was easier to move when I put the kids to bed. And yes, the turkeys were in the pen...again.
I'll be back in the game today, Coach.