Ginger and her daughter Cinderella. Mercy in the middle. Mercy, probably the Most, my own Goat as i am the most, her own Person.
Mercy again with Just Going just behind her
Things were taken off that could change the balance. Hit the electrical wire. Hit the house.
This is how it is now. I didn't want to go any further. No "clean up". I want it this way for now. See how Goats work with it. Browse. Goats are browsers, NOT grazers. This is browse now. They have begun. It's kind of a mess. but it's just ok.
i woke in the night last night, as i do, wide awake and mind FULL of just stuff, but one thing was concern for how i will wake early enough on Wednesday to be at the Refuge at 8:45. A LOT happens when i wake. A lot NEEDS to happen before i might be able to leave. I'd bought an alarm clock a few years ago when i needed to get to the airport at a certain time. It worked for a while but then didn't. Haven't needed an alarm clock since then…so, an Oh Well thing. But here again. and i looked at the clock that's on the Cloth Shelf in the end of the bed room, that i can barely see anymore, a blur, and i wondered if it still worked as an alarm?
hooked up on the kitchen counter, set, and Ta Da!, yup. so to be sure, set again for tomorrow am at 6:oo. Test 2. and if a success, then no worry. Otherwise i would just stay in some kind of Drift from about 2:30 on until i would finally give up and get up. Not the best. Hoping.
Remembering all the days of waking to an alarm. How unnatural that is, how such a shock to the system. Thinking about this.
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