Sometimes I feel like a moody blogger. There are days when I can’t stop writing blog posts. It seems like there are dozens of things I want to share with you each day. Then there are days when I think . . there’s not
one blogworthy thing happening in my life that anyone would care about reading. It isn’t that I’m sad or depressed or that my life is boring . . it’s just the mundane, boring (to most) slump that I seem to be in right now.
Or maybe it’s the first week home from MO and everything just seems boring and mundane around here. Who knows!
The chickens are fine. The cats are both doing what they always do. The dogs are good. The garden has been mowed down except for the Japanese okra, loofah and yacon. We’re debating about whether to plant a fall garden. We’d better make that decision this weekend or the answer is going to be no .. for sure.
I’m trying to cook out of the freezer and pantry . . just to do a bit of cleaning and organizing, so the meals are nothing worth blogging about.
The most exciting thing around here is that there must be crumbs under my space bar because I’m typing and will end up with about 10 words together with no spaces! Ughh!
And, while we were cleaning out the garden this weekend, we found a rabbit carcass buried under tall weeds. I wonder if Cat had rabbit for dinner a few days. Or, maybe the weeds were so tall, the rabbit got lost in there and died of old age.
I don’t expect anyone to “fix” me . . just telling you how I feel right now.