Nightmare

There's a monster in the house. I just saw its tendrils this evening - after several years without a trace. I had successfully convinced myself that we had banished the beast after a skirmish with our contractor over its very existence - and then some demolition and reconstruction to vanquish it. I haven't even had a chance to tell Rick yet; he's been gone all afternoon and evening on emergencies. I could easily slip into a panic attack, but that would accomplish nothing but raising my cortisol level. So right now I'm basically sticking my fingers in my ears and going "la la la" until he gets home.

Oh look! Pretty flowers!
Oh look! Pretty sheep!Those are two of my "show sheep" (black Bodhran is the third). I never expect to finish in the ribbons with my sheep; like I've said, I show as a marketing tool. But wouldn't it be something if handsome Blake placed at Black Sheep Gathering? (I'm praying his bite straightens out by then.) I think I would break right down and cry in the ring!

Maybe I'll go sit with my sheep until Rick gets home. Much easier to ignore the monster when I'm not in the house. La la la la la la la.

That's it for now from . . .