Sunday

Sunday is the day that I do all my dirty work for the week. I plant seeds, put new bedding in the chicken coop, weed things, water things, and attempt to find the time to bake bread. I try to post on this blog a lot today too, although sometimes I fail that goal, so I apologize for that. Sunday is the day before Monday, a last desperate chance for a bird to fly before it gets captured and thrown into the whirling business of Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. So today I try to be a blur of happy, homesteading action today. Goodbye, time to attempt that.