Three of the youngest and the oldest of the youngers are away. And I miss 'em.
I did the chores myself. Roped Rick in to help me. (He did great - even chased down a couple of wayward chickens for me.)
My neck hurts. My shoulders hurt.
And it's my brother's birthday. Happy Birthday, Lorne!
Now off to bed. The morning will bring a trip to TO, and I'll be picking up the kids.