It was not raining when I headed down to the barn. Grey, overcast, cold enough for a jacket, yes, but no rain. I did not wear a hat. The rain came when I let the first goat out and it continued to fall the entire time I was with the girls. Goats do not like rain and chaos ensued as they fought to get under cover. It rained as I hucked buckets of goat poo over the fence and as I slogged back up the hill. "Go soak your head" took on new meaning for me.
I got a text message that Clay was running late. Not wishing to waste that precious extra time, I quickly sat down and read the last forty pages of the book I'd started the day before, finishing just as he drove up. It's my own darned fault I didn't get the room dusted. Most of the day was spent in the kitchen making deviled eggs with an avocado mashed in (which I highly recommend!), and prepping for soba noodle salad with veggies and Orange Chicken. Clay had brought up a new bench vise and installed it down in the shop for me. I'm champing at the bit to get going on my secret project today.
I packed up to-go containers for Clay and slipped in a couple of dozen eggs, as well as a jar of the mix I'd forgotten to give at Christmas.
Not just good, it was a most excellent day.