Here’s 2019. Thefireworks have died down a bit. The first 15 minutes were seriously anxiety inducing. I can’t imagine being an animal or veteran with that going on. Felt like nonstop gunfire right outside my window. I don’t like fireworks.
But here’s to hoping 2019 will be the best it can be. Have a good one.
1/1 2019
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Today will be a good day. Starting the year with a Yogi day. May her gentle spirit guide us through the timestream of 2019.
How am I feeling? Pretty fine, except the cough is still there. And I get exchausted very quickly. And I can feel there’s some icky wheezy in my chest. Not a lot, but it’s still there.
I was hoping to head for the goats today. But I can hear the wind roar outside. Pretty much storming.
Since I stayed up all new year’s night (watching tv like a winner, which is the opposite of loser) I think what I’m going to do is I’m going to go to bed soon and sleep for a long time. And then tomorrow I’m going to go. Unless I’m feeling actively worse. I’m going crazy without the goats, and I just.. need to check on them. To make sure they’re ok. You know. So. Unless you guys can make it here and strap me to my bed to keep me from leaving, that’s probably what’ll happen. I know we’ll all be happier when we’re through this horrible ordeal, together. Thoughts and prayers.
Seriously though, I do appreciate the concern and advice. I know I seem like a stubborn old fool, but I do appreciate it and listen. I even try some of it. Like breathing in steam. Anyway. I’m going to go watch a little more TV till I’m good and sleepy, and then sleep until it’s tomorrow. 2019, year of the party animal!
Hope everyone got here safely.

1/1 2019
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Today will be a good day. Happy hump day eveyone.
There was a slight change of plan. Instead of getting up and going to the goats this morning, I stayed in bed for.. more than 24 hours I think. I feel a bit dumb and useless. Oh well.
Physically I’m feeling ok. Except for the wheezy cough. I’m a little paranoid about making it worse, but I’m going to have to get on out tomorrow for the love of goats.

2/1 2019
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Time to finish the last of the soup. It’s always a solemn occasion. I always wish there was more. But it has served me well during the sickness.
2/1 2019
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I’m already way behind, but I’ll make it up

2/1 2019
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I know it’s only been like an hour, but… I miss you Soup.
*puts on Adele record*
2/1 2019
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Peanut from 2015.

3/1 2019
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Good goat times today. Oh I needed that. Badly. Let’s hope it doesn’t have any health repercussions. But my mental health is much better now. It was just so good to see all four of them. I always worry about them over New Year’s, even though this playground is safer than the old one. But being away for too long, you can’t help thinking of all the things that could have happened. Just had to see them all and make sure they were all okay.
Of course they managed to give me a freight. The stable was completely empty. No horses, no goats. For a minute I wondered if all the animals had been relocated for the holiday break. Somehow I had managed to walk past the horse field and not see any of the horses. They must have all been standing in Yogi’s old half-shed. Or just at a blind angle relative. So for a second I feared the worst, but then I walked around to the goat pen and was greeted by the bleaters. So happy to see them. And they were so happy to see that I brought treats. So happy together.
I let them out and they did a little grazing. On frosen grass. Then the found some trees to nibble on. At first I thought maybe they were discarded christmas trees, but they must have been some other branches that had been cut down. The goats enjoyed nibbling on them.
Did a little bit of running with Milo and Sky. 30 seconds of that and I was flat as a bicycle that foudn the needle in the haystack. Something something metaphor. Oh man. Remember how before I got sick I was already talking about being out of shape? After this extended inactivity and bad lungs, I was just finished. The walk there was bad enough. Freezing cold and out of breath after two steps. Luckily it was a lovely, sunny day. So things warmed up a little. The walk home wasn’t fun, though. Totaly wrecked. I feel like I’ve run a marathon while … running another marathon. I think I sat for 30 minutes in the hot shower. Still haven’t quite caught my breath.
But the important part is that the goats are alright, and now I can start making up for lost treats.
3/1 2019
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Not letting go again

3/1 2019
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So glad the band’s back together again…
But I am off to bed now. Super tired. My throat is actually not really feeling wheezy anymore. Maybe the fresh air cleaned it all out. Or maybe I’ll be much worse tomorrow and regretting going out in the could. You never know! Put in your best now. The winner will get a halibut named Eric.

3/1 2019
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Fuzzy from 2016.

4/1 2019
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My body is very sore from yesterday. And I’m still coughing. But not too bad. I don’t feel like it’s gotten worse. So that’s good. I’m glad I got out. It would be nice if I could get back to completely normal over the weekend and then get back into the habit of things. Just gotta make it through January and February then it should start getting warmer. Hopefully it will be a quiet year with the goats, that’s all I really want. Now that I have checked on them and made sure they were all okay, I can say that we got through 2018 okay. After three years in a row with devastating loses. Kamel, Palle, Yogi. I’m relieved we got through 2018 safely. I was paranoid yesterday that I’d show up and find out that one of them had passed just before new years and 2018 had continued the streak. But we broke it. And hopefully we’re now into a good streak of good years without bad things. Hooves crossed.
4/1 2019
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Me with pizza

4/1 2019
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Not to be terrible and gross, but.. impeach the motherforker? That’s not the family member he wants to fork..
4/1 2019
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Please accept my apology in the form of Milo

4/1 2019
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I just hope Mike Pence remembers to clear his browsing history if he watched that gif of a lady politician dancing, thems the DEVILS moves. first you give them the vote, then you give them rocknroll, and now here we are in sudden gomorra
4/1 2019
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Look what mailbox! Thank you so much, Keiko Murakami ! I almost tagged Keith Urban instead of you. I bet Keith Urban would never send me such an awesome card. You are a sparkling sun in the dreary winter, dear Keiko

5/1 2019
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Today will be a good day. Here’s Mads from 2007.

5/1 2019
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How is this more real? How can you tell me this is more real, when I dream with perfect clarity?
5/1 2019
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Did you hear the one about the goat and the goat? They were goats!

5/1 2019
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Tuning out for tonight. Sleep sleep, must sleep. See you tomorrow in a roundabout way.
5/1 2019
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Today will be a good day. Happy Funday everyone.

6/1 2019
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Look mail! Thank you so much Carine Jamar and Shauna Hackler for the lovely cards! Lots of love to you and associates!

6/1 2019
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goatlog

6/1 2019
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don’t poop don’t poop don’t poop dont

6/1 2019
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Grandma Mio channeling a bit of Kamel here.

6/1 2019
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I remember you

6/1 2019
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That’s all for now.

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