THE OMEN PART 9
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The evil fuzz was an omen.
Of the worst kind.
My sympathy bleeding (for dear Magrit) has turned into an absolute hemorrhage. I have checked and rechecked the calendar and there is absolutely no way that I am due for the "regular" monthly flow.
I sincerely hope I will be spared a lengthy loss of essential bodily fluid and will not have a repeat of this event on January 15 when I would have expected the dam to open.
Damned high flying full moon!!
Fuzz has transformed into a bone melting tiredness that makes my limbs feel like they are filled with lead. Not a good thing on a day when 300lbs of goatie grain and 10 40-50lb bales of hay must be moved about by yours truely. Let's hope I don't fall face first into the milking bucket tonight.
Just for the record I managed to bake banana chip muffins with A. when she got home from school yesterday and made a kick ass vegetarian stew for dinner. Good thing there are left overs of both or the kid would go hungry today.
Gasp. Pant. Crawl.
written at 4:26 p.m.
January 04, 2007
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