I suppose you knew this already [ save state, handle interrupt ], but I had a moment of clarity, “I am constantly interrupted.” I love this realization [ save state, handle interrupt ] because I can understand why I get so grumpy when I try to [ save state, handle interrupt ]: pay a bill or sip some bubbly water or eat or walk down the hallway or go pee or [ save state, handle interrupt ] write this blog post or breath. Those who do not get interrupted may not realize the power they have to take a piss without someone or ones [ save state, handle interrupt ] detailing your next five actions. It will be so boring when they are off living life.

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…. k, I’ll drop the joke, but seriously… they ( three of them, not including meowing cat or the puppy nibbling my trousers ) are talking to me now as I write. So, no, if this is weird, it’s not the wine … it’s the life. I love the life.

Since kid number one, The Dragon, I’m not sure I can sit down and do a task from beginning to end without twenty mini-breaks. There is one task I can do where no one disturbs me and that is chopping shit. I can’t hear them. What? Did you say something? I don’t even go that far.

Ooooo blackberry bubble wrap.

aaaah. that’s better.

We are slowly getting the pasture back to Teletubbie land. Salers, Teletubbies … the all love great pasture. There is something lovely about a great bit of grass to live on.

okay… dinner is ready, I’ve been making dinner through this. Some chops, some tartiflette, some “otto” veg. A great morning or evening to you!