I am about to discover an alarming mathematical fact: there is an inverse proportional relation between the time spent gazing at one’s chickens, and the amount of time actually spent achieving something. Like doing some work. Or sewing. Or anything, really.
Still, we got three eggs yesterday, and two this morning. So at least other sentient beings are getting something done.
I have also been sick, so should perhaps be kinder on myself. Streptococcus, anyone? I’m drafting a list of people to kiss before the antibiotics kick in.
Happy gazing vacantly into space! It’s good sometimes. JJ