Well it is Thanksgiving today and we are counting our blessings.
Our blessings are:
It isn't raining right now because it is saving up for the monsoon that is planned for this afternoon.
Precious Precious Pebbles did not freeze without her jacket because she was able to develop a thick layer of blubber from all the special treats she got.
Brandy is still alive even though she is an old bag and she even started bossing Wronny around again which everyone politely ignored because Wronny is the Boss of Everything and you shouldn't act like she is being bossed around even if you see it with your own eyes.
The hay did not run out yet.
The grain did not run out yet.
Jammies sleeps in the pile next to me and she is like a cast-iron potbelly stove.
Betsy's eye grew back.
That little mini-mancha daughter of Binky's finally went out of heat and stopped screaming.
The helpers came and put the roof back on the buck shed. (The farmer is too fat to go up there.)
I have three new sisters.
Tomorrow is another day.