I am not feeling the greatest. I have been very tired. And my stomach unruly.

But I soldier on, more or less.

What does the weather forecast say for tonight/tomorrow? Snow. Snow STORM. Giggidy giggidy! Ah well, I suppose I shouldn’t get my hopes too high. I have been burnt before. But snow snow snow snow snow. T’would do me good.

Good like a goat.

They are really getting woolly. It always amuses me, those tots of wool that just seems to grow out randomly.

I was grooming Magnethe the other day and it just came off in droves. I almost felt bad for wasting it. I wish I could have a sweater made of their wool.

At one point Mads was shaking his head around and the wool literally came flying off him. Hehe.

Action shot! Mads usually jumps over the side there, when he gets off and on the bench. He doesn’t like to approach from the front. I think it’s too muddy there. So he would rather jump over the handlebar at the side. What the hay is that called, where you rest your arm? The… arm rest? Hmm.

I think my eyesight is getting worse. Or well, I know it is. Damnit. I don’t want to buy new glasses again. They’re too expensive. Maybe I’ll just buy some ugly ones.

So anyway. That’s it. Tomorrow is my day off. Possibly with snow. One might hope. Arlwrite.

*alarm clock goes off*

*Plume hits the snooze button*

Sorry, blog. More sleep less type.

*Plume hits the alarm with an oversized cartoon hammer and goes back to sleep*