Progress Report

The thing about a progress report is that there should have been some progress made, or at least have a good excuse ready.  I have neither.

It poured rain all day.  Once again I appreciated that ridiculous piggy hat with ear flaps that kept my head dry during barn chores.  I left the big room open for the girls.  Between the rain and the wind, the play yard was wet and they would have been miserable instead of just cranky.

Back at the house, I got Stove cranked up, changed to a dry jacket, and sat down to warm up.  Just the act of sitting down is an invitation to Celeste.  She jumped into my lap; I was doomed and we spent the day napping off and on.

I hope to have a better report tomorrow.