Heck, where did January go.
I was clicking along, blogging pretty regularly and then just stopped.
This isn't a blog post really.
It's just me, checking in.
I'm still reading your blogs.
Several things have happened that are blog worthy.
I think sitting down and being even slightly creative is just beyond me right now.
All is well, I've just run out of blogging stream.
My granddaughter, Evie, is growing like a weed.
My barn is up.
Preston turned 23.
I'm planning a spring break trip with Jenna.
Bill the donkey is still lame and we still haven't pinned down the source of his lameness.
My chickens are laying more eggs than I know what to do with.
I'm still chugging away at losing some weight.
I took some time off over the holidays and gained back 5 pounds that I'd lost.
I've spent a great deal of time researching my father's timeline of his years in battle during World War II. Not at all surprised he was a broken soul.
It's cold (for Austin) and gray. Has been for the better part of a month.
Maybe that's it.
Everything is gray and my muse has gone into hibernation.
For now she's curled up like a cat with her tail over her eyes.
So, this was sort of a post.
I'll be back when my muse awakens.
I suspect that will be when the last frost date has past and I can begin to clean up my garden beds and get the outdoor chores done that need doing.