Red Sweater

I am in bed.

Before I came to bed I checked the barn for lambs again. No one new. No one appears to be in labor.

Before that I ate supper. Lamb chops. Delicious. Perhaps ironic, but pretty normal here.

Before supper I returned a call to an asshole drama queen.

Before that I trimmed the feet of a couple ewes and gave Winter a penicillin shot and fed the skinny mamas some extra grain and gave the lambs feed in their own feeder.

Before that I unload the truck of grain.

Before that I cleaned out a couple pens and moved some mama ewes and lambs around in the nursery barn.

Before that I gave all the sheep grain and water and hay and double checked everyone was in for the night.

Before that I laid on the couch and cried.

Before that I drove around on back roads for an hour and cried.

Before that I went to a coffee shop and tried to do some work for school but I couldn't concentrate so I left.

Before that I took a shower.

Before that I moved ewes and lambs around in the barns and cleaned out pens.

Before that I weighed lambs in lambing pens.

Before that I fed and watered and let everybody outside for the day.

Before that I put on a red sweater.

Before that I hit the snooze button for a full two hours because I couldn't think of a good reason to get out of bed.