We were winding down and getting ready for bed later than usual last night and Brad came in to tell me goodnight when I pointed out that a cable channel we rarely watch had reruns of West Wing playing. So, we finished the episode that had just started and ended up watching another episode and before we knew it the clock read midnight. It was a while before I was able to settle in to sleep and I didn’t wake up until just before 9 am. I hate it when that happens because then the morning is half over.
Brad is up and will have the coffee going soon. I need a hot shower to get rid of the kinks. It’s still drizzling rain and my joints don’t like it but a hot shower and a hot cup of coffee will go a long way to remedy that.
The BBQ brisket and sides for Thanksgiving dinner yesterday evening was perfect. We decided to have green salad for lunch and save the brisket for our evening meal.
Most of the leaves are off of the Ash trees near the house and very few trees along the creek still have leaves, mostly oak trees that tend to hang onto their leaves for much longer. It’s 49° and overcast. There is nothing that either of us needs to do away from the house unless Brad decides to make a run out to the farm to check on the bull. When he was out a few days ago Grover had a large abscess on his right jaw from fighting with the little red bull from next door. The neighbor will be moving the bred heifers and his bull to another property soon so we won’t have to worry about any more angry bulls.
The cattle and horses got Thanksgiving treats. Audrey fed beets to the cattle and sliced apples and carrots to the horses. Grover loves beets. He mumbles like a cat scarfing down it’s food when Audrey gives him beets. She has new calves at the farm and it’s always fun to watch them cavort and play in cooler weather. There is nothing cuter than a newborn calf.
Time to get moving and do something with my day. One thing I will NOT be doing is going shopping on Black Friday. Instead I will post a RED Friday reminder and pray you have a blessed day.
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