Drat

The Dynamic Duo showed up at first light and got right to work whacking down the now-dry weeds in both chicken pens.  They raked the yards and did some cleaning in the coops.  And then they hit me with the news that they'd be moving soon.  Nooo!  I've really come to depend on these boys for help with some of the "guy" things around here.  For twelve and thirteen years old, they have a great work ethic, for which I credit their parents.  I had anticipated that, being so young, they'd probably dog it, fooling around and needing a lot of supervision.  I couldn't have been more wrong.  When their mom came to pick them up, she explained they'd be moving to a (very) small town near Sonora in a week or two.  Drat!  That puts them completely out of range.  The boys will be sorely missed and hard to replace.  Helper Dude started working here when he was fifteen.  I can still call on him in an emergency, but he has many customers now and his time is limited.  As hard as it is to believe, he's twenty years old now and next year when he turns twenty-one, he's applying for work with the Sheriff's Department.  They grow up so fast.

When the boys left,  that was the end of work for the day.  Normally I watch the early morning news for the weather and that's it.  Yesterday there was so much chaos in Washington that much TV time was devoted to the op-ed in the New York Times and to the congressional hearings on the nominee for the Supreme Court and I got hooked.  I ended up watching a neutral news station all day long.  I have no interest in radical talking heads on either the conservative or liberal sides.

I didn't get a darned thing done.  Drat.