"I am doing an optimistic collection, because things are going badly."
-- Coco Chanel
Well, here we are on the first Monday in November, on the doorstep of winter, and the endless gray rains have started, the economy is in ruins, the mud is already ankle-deep, the farm dog died, the pox lives on, the leaves turned, the cheese in the cheese room got invaded by wild props (more on that later), the furnace broke down, the roof started leaking, and Viceroy the Lamancha buck somehow broke out of his pen and went on an unseemly rampage of goat passion, the details of which are far too frank for the tender ears of the general public.
The creek, you can bet on it, will almost certainly rise.
And how does that make me feel?
OPTIMISTIC!
Come on, tomorrow!
