Spray Away

During that week of really pleasant weather, I had put the empty, no longer needed spray bottle back in the kitchen.  Yesterday it was refilled and back in action.  Aaargh.

Talking with my daughter, she asked about plans for the holidays.  Whaat??!  Nooo, it's too soon!  And then I remembered what it's like to try to get my herd of cats organized and decided she was right.  Undoubtedly Thanksgiving will be held on the weekend, which day depending on when Clay is off work.  He has split days off and I'm never sure whether he'll be free on Saturday or Sunday.  I put out the word.  Christmas, as always, is up for grabs.  Sometimes it gets delayed because of weather or illness.  All I'm ever sure of is that I'll go down to the goats in the morning and, if someone is here, I'll cook.  It pays to be flexible.

Poor old Bowyer can't catch a break.  He was running in the top ten toward the end of yesterday's race when he got taken out in a crash.  Ratchafratch!