I’m sick today. Je suis malade. I’m not all that sick. I can still do stuff, but I prefer not to do the regularly scheduled stuff. I should be learning how to move the cows. I should be getting ahead on operation Laundry. I should be learning French. I should be getting the kitchen reset for this evening’s snack and dinner. I’m sick. Let’s do something different.
Let’s ride a bike.
Let’s paint that room, I’ve been meaning to paint for three years.
This room took thirty plus years to get that Gascon brown patina. I loves me some Gascon brown. And here, in one brush stroke, I wiped it all away. I feel refreshed. We are trying to make a happy path for customers who visit the farm. We get a lot of traffic in the kitchen and in “the mess” ( where we eat ). Then the path to the bathroom for those who travel to buy beef.
I have a bit more to do this evening. I’ll finish, darn it. Don-choo worry. Then I’ll have some hot chocolate, some Sherlock and collapse. This is fun. This life suits me well. I don’t need much. If there is a cure for this, I don’t want it.