We're not talking aprons-and-cookie-dough domestic. That would be far too simple and pretty and thoroughly Country Living. We're talking pumice-the-toilets, clean-the-grout-with-a-toothbrush, invest-in-stock-for-Bounty-paper-towels, invent-new-recipes domestic. I made a flourless chocolate cake and started a new sourdough culture. From scratch.
I think perhaps the funk I've been in for the last 3 weeks (and the insomnia, and the obsessive-compulsive Solitaire playing) has been due to me feeling like I'm turning into the crazy goat woman. Don't get me wrong, I still love them. But apparently I was feeling a desperate need for some "normality" that didn't involve a barn. The main reason why I still support this theory is that after a few days of madly cleaning, baking, and organizing, I find myself with a work ethic. Oh hello! I've missed you!
It's either that, or the combination of Windex fumes and buck smell have gone to my head. (It's breeding season again. Huzzah.) Only 1/3 of the girls are bred - I hope, we just sent the first group of blood samples off today - so I look forward to the next 3 weeks with grim determination. Here's hoping that my theory is true, and that a little balance will keep me on the wagon!
It's either that, or the combination of Windex fumes and buck smell have gone to my head. (It's breeding season again. Huzzah.) Only 1/3 of the girls are bred - I hope, we just sent the first group of blood samples off today - so I look forward to the next 3 weeks with grim determination. Here's hoping that my theory is true, and that a little balance will keep me on the wagon!
