That's been me. Sorry 'bout that. Too much stuff-too little time. Sounds familiar, eh?
I was actually going to work on my writing this weekend. Who would have thought?
But then I have shopping to do. A party with my co-workers celebrating end of summer. A birthday party for the oldest chicken's friend. And then baby chicken turns 11 Monday. Quickly followed by middle chicken turning 12 the 20th. Oh...and rounding out the festivities...my oldest chicken turning 13 the 28th.
I've already warned my co-workers not to expect sunshine and light. More like pulling hair and gnashing teeth.
Gird my loins, take some ibuprofen, and start my day.
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