My laptop is currently having a hissy fit, so I’m doing a mini-post on my iPhone.
We shall see if this works or not.
I’ve been washing fleeces for days; my house is currently bedecked in random spots with nearly dry fleece bits.
This is one of those days where you fervently send out mental messages to everyone you know: DO NOT COME TO MY HOUSE TODAY. It wouldn’t be a surprise to those who know me, but it sure makes me look even more eccentric than my press releases may have indicated. If I had press releases.
As I’ve lived my eccentric little life this week, I’ve been thinking about sheep.
I know, you’re shocked and awed.
So when I was driving home from an appointment, I rather thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.
This is literally four minutes from my house.
I parked and went over to the fence to have a little chat with my fluffy new friends. Most were white, with nearly horizontal ears and clean faces. (Deb Robson would glow with pride right now if she knew I’d just written that.)
Later, I’ll go check my class notes and my copy of Deb’s book so I can take a stab at identifying the breed(s) of sheep living practically in my backyard.
Uh-oh, busted. The Sheep Police are coming to talk to me. See y’all later when my laptop is done meditating.
You’ll have to forgive the lack of Chispas on this post. I type one-fingered on my phone (not THAT finger, Jillian), and it’s realllllllyyy slowwwwww.