The Bright Side

Might as well start off with the highlight of the day.  There was an honest-to-God sunset last evening, something we've gone a week without seeing.  As a bonus, there was also a full moon last night.  Hey, take what you get and be glad that you got it!

One of my mantras is, "It's too depressing to stay depressed," and it was time to climb out of the pit of despair.  Insurance Guy called and the company did, in fact, decide to total the truck.  No surprise there.  The thing is, Truck is still driveable, albeit bruised, so I don't have to incur further debt.  I did suggest via email to the perky young thing I'd spoken to at the time of the incident that she might want to take a "wait-and-see" position rather than blindly assuring that all would be well.

Cindy made it through the day, but was down last evening.  The rest of the girls, who have been mean to my little black goat in the past, were hovering over her and giving her gentle prods of encouragement and making reassuring sounds.  They really didn't want to leave her, but did go with me down to the barn and into their rooms.  Going back to Cindy, I talked to her and stroked her, and was finally able to get her on her feet.  She made her way unsteadily down the hill, but couldn't make it all the way back to her stall so I made her as comfortable as possible and left her in the enclosed hallway for the night.  Cindy, at close to sixteen years, is at the upper limits of normal lifespan (although Camille assures me she had a goat live to thirty!).  She's been to the brink a number of times and rallied, but I really think it is time to say goodbye.  She obviously feels miserable and the bright spot would be the end of that.  That's not to say I won't be dragging my feet going down to the barn this morning.

The last time (years back) I had a cold and cough this bad, I cracked a rib.  Thankfully, that hasn't happened with this go-round.  See, there's always something good.