It states at me like acred eyed cylon at the very bottom of the fire pit inside our wood burning furnace. I’ve never been good at building or maintaining fire. I would lose the Survivor tie breaker for sure.

I’ve been busy this week taking care of the cows and chickens and the two horses, but also handling the chores I don’t usually tackle. Because of injury and travel, I’ve been on dog duty duty, handling food and poop for all the dogs I usually get to ignore.

It’s kept me busy, but I let the fire burn out and chill the house over and over. Eventually the task was taken over by the one armed Farmer Doug. He keeps the fire burning.

I don’t personally care because my room is usually well temp tired and I like it cold anyway. I hate working on the heat. My last home was usually almost 100 degrees c.

Today I got into a good routine and did all the poop and scoop before 10am. It felt good. Not as good as not having to do it at all, but it is nice to get it done in one straight series of tasks instead of doing it throughout the day.

I also ate the last of my chocolate just now at 1pm.