Some Frost for a Frosty Day

The chance is the remotest
Of its going much longer unnoticed
That I'm not keeping pace
With the headlong human race

And some of them may mind
My staying back behind
To take life at a walk
In philosophic talk;

Making Good Choices

If you woke up to a beautiful sunny Sunday morning in January that was predicted to be in the mid fifties all day, what would you do?  What if on that same morning your sinuses felt like they were blocked up with cinder blocks and your head felt as if were solidly encased inside of a fishbowl?  What would you do then?

To Blog, or Not to Blog?

I'm a little fuzzy headed with an oncoming cold today, so I will blame any incoherence in this post on that.

Some of you may have noticed that I have been on vacation from writing for a while.  And today's post is no guarantee that writing will continue; it's more of an experiment.  I suppose the first thing folks will want to know is what's been going on around the farm so I'll start there and see where we go.