I am getting two firkin platters of eggs this time. It seems we run out every other day. I'm kind'a sick of going. And because we are close to Crimbo, I'll stock up on a few other things.
Once the stream shenanigans are done with, of course.
I shall attempt to get the story done soon. Distraction has me in its grip, alas.
My knotted shoulder has moved up to a knotted neck. Warmth and Deep Heat aren't doing much and I have no access to a big burly bloke named Sven to massage it into submission. My ankle continues to be a bitch about getting stronger.
I would love it if my body co-operated with me for a while.
Such is not to be right now. Darnit.
[Shown here, a mesh patch over existing mesh, held on with crimped aviary clips]
[Shown here, plastic garden mesh with a huge hole in it. Concrete and plants are visible through it]