Foggy morning

It’s foggy in more ways than one.  Agh!  I can’t work until 11, come home and milk goats and feed the cats, relax for a bit, go to bed around 1 and then get up at my usual time (5 to 6).  I pushed it to 6 this morning, but I was awake at 5.  Agh!  It looks like London outside.  It was spooky driving home in such dense fog last night.

I got a call last night from the venison processor saying that I had to come and get scraps today.  Their cooler space is limited (I’ll bet one or more of their coolers is down) so I have to get it when they call me.  Given that I have to be in work by 1:30 today, I’d rather wait until tomorrow, but …  Since I’m heading that way I’ll stop and get some goat grain to make the trip more worthwhile.  I wonder how I managed to get all of this done when I was working full time.

What I would do to call in sick tonight … my body is killing me.

I heard last night that a cashier was taken out in handcuffs on Wednesday for stealing from the cash register.  Stupid broad.  There are hidden cameras everywhere in that store.  What made her think she could get away with it?  Dumb, dumb, dumb.

I’m excited about getting my cold frame going.  I am going to plant some basil as well as lettuce.  I’d like to experiment with pesto-flavored chèvre and would rather not use store-bought basil.  I hope it works out.  For really cold nights, I can put a small clamp-on light in the cold frame to help keep the temperature up.