Oh I wish, I wish I would stop coughing. It gets so tiring. I am still snotty and coughy. And meanwhile the sun is pounding and it is blistering hot. It is most peculiar and uncomfortable.

But lookie here what I gots today:

The Complete Calvin & Hobbes. And a sword.

I ordered the CC Collection from a comics store that also sold live roleplaying gear. And I felt the need to get myself a sword. to satisfy my inner boy. And keep the orcs at bay. It’s a bit disappointing, though. The sword. It does not quite look like the picture in the webshop did. But oh well, it’s a cheap toy and it’s not like I plan to run around and use it. I just think everyone needs a sword. I know the American constitution is all about guns, but I think a sword will do just fine if the king of England decides to harass me
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The Calvin & Hobbes collection is a beauty. Heavy too. Like a sack of bricks. I have most of the Danish albums that were released. But I wanted the complete thing, and in English. Nice hardcovers and a pretty box. A pretty box full of my childhood memories. I grew up on Calvin & Hobbes. And I would do it all again.

Oh lord, I am tired and sweating and coughing and I could swear I hear penguins somewhere outside.

I am feeling somewhat better. At least my throat isn’t hurting anymore, so that’s good. Every now and then it tingles a bit and makes me cough. And I am still snotty like a brat with who gets too high an allowance. Also my metaphors are horrible, just horrible. And I’m tired. But I’m glad the throat is better. I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be all good. And full of crispy, yummy metaphors.

While we wait for that, here are some pictures from Wednesday:

Magnethe and Chokolade saying hello, through the fence. When goats think there are treats to be had then they also think that they can squeeze themselves through the tinniest of gaps. Tiny gaps, I mean. Not tinny. That thing about the camel through the keyhole? I am sure it was a goat originally.

Chokolade and I. The girls are so beautiful, Lakrids and Chokolade. The photos don’t do them justice. You really have to sit down and be close to them to see how wonderful they are. They don’t jump all over me anymore, but every now and then I’ll grab them and sit them on my lap. They’re so big now that they’re impossible to hold down though, they just squirm out free and continue their merry frolicking. A good scratch will stop them, though. That’s a thing I have found to be true with all the goats I have met. If you scratch them the right place then they’ll forget everything they’re doing. Even eating. They’ll just stop and enjoy it.

And there is photographic proof that the kids aren’t quite weaned yet. It’s a rare occasion though. And mama never let’s them drink for long. 30 seconds then she’ll walk away. That’s yer lot.

And Thor, sitting down as he did most of the time. He chills good.

There you go. Good as goat.