High winds this morning blew the cow shed door against the feed cans, frightened the chickens.
Moose stood in the window on his hind legs barking.
This morning I discovered that UPS had delivered my hives, left them in big boxes in the garage; with Joe's help, I'll knock them together tonight, paint them tomorrow.
I'm baking bread for my beekeeping class; it's rising now.
This morning we tried to talk about probability, objectivity, experiential knowledge, Anthony, Joe and I, and it was a big wet spaghetti bowl of nonsense.
I'm restless.
