We drove up to the mountains yesterday to get a new goat (a buck, to get our girls preggers). About halfway up the pass, through a canyon, we got stuck. Lost and stuck. Sudden drifts of heavily falling snow. Tiny bits of soft hail. Narrow trail-roads.
My toes got froze.
Believe me, by the time we got home, all I wanted was hot coffee with a little cocoa stirred in, and pizza.
Yep, I did it. BUT ... contrary to my past life (not too long ago), I had only 1 and a half pieces of pizza!
Yet another delay - I honestly started back on my writing, while preparing to get the house ready to sell and monitoring my son's epilepsy ... then it happened. Another lump ...