Rainy Monday

That pretty much sums up my day. Between the waiting and the disrupted sleep schedule, I find myself seriously out of sorts. I was telling myself, "I refuse to post until I have lambs to report," but I guess I need the distraction. Last night I ran out of yarn within three rows of finishing my Talia vest, and can't get more until Wednesday. I tried cheering myself up with some online retail therapy and bought three pounds of superwash mill ends in various pretty colors (one is a 60% bamboo/40% superwash merino combo), but that only made me feel guilty. I'm offsetting any extra exercise I'm getting from frequent barn checks with stress eating, popping chocolate chips like an addict.

In spite of frequent heavy showers, I finally led the sheep out to pasture this afternoon, thinking that maybe Brava would rather drop her lambs on cold, wet grass than on dry, clean straw. Right now they are all out of sight in the patch of fir trees trying to stay dry. It is supposed to be cold and wet like this all week, more like winter than spring. If all three ewes decide to lamb this week, the fold is going to be full! After doing an early morning barn check and then crawling back in bed, I dreamed that one of the other ewes lambed first, surprising me with twins. I suppose that could happen. All three ewes' udders have gotten much tighter in the last couple days, and I've felt movement in all three bellies, so there will be lambs - eventually!

That's it for now at . . .