And then we cried

Bart was dead this morning. He was curled up like he was asleep, so I hope he went peacefully. I'm going to miss my big, shy boy who gave me a big, stunning fleece each year; I am heartbroken that we could not help him recover.

The show – or rather, the skirting – must go on, though. I got a start today, getting Browning's and Benny's done. If Brian cooperates, I should be able to get another couple done tomorrow.

That's it for today from . . .