A heifer . . .

. . . not to be messed with.

Closer

I awoke this morning with the thought that this is a new day . . . yeah, the most self-evident notions come my way.

These long horned cattle come and go so today is the day I finally blipped them.

Ninety-nine and counting so I know what I'm going to blip tomorrow.

Wood-shedding some new tunes and learning new techniques on the dulcimer.
I received three pieces of mail today just for me; the mail is usually all for Kathy.