Well. . .

I am assuming that I am not doing as well with all of this as I would like to think. It is difficult to walk out into the pen and not have goats skipping and bleating merrily at me. It is so quite here now. Dora wants nothing to do with Donkey, and Donkey is so confused. He lays in front of the gate, watching, like a dog waiting for it's master. He is a sheep without a family, and I think it is difficult for him. Dora just wants food. She is not use to attention. We have been trying to get her and the other Angora use to use before all this happened. She is a little more tolerant of me, but I am missing the bombardment of goat love I had just a few days before. It annoyed me at the time, of course.

I threw myself into my work. And then missed the signs of heat exposure. I suffered greatly for it yesterday. I missed the cold chills and went straight to the vomiting. I was able to rehydrate myself, but messed up an entire day worth of work because of it. I woke this morning with a migraine and a phone call from the post office, around 6 am. Yes, I overslept, but could you really blame me?

My middle child in two days, suffered as many bee stings. The second time his foot was swollen and that terrified me. I don't have an epi pen. Something I should look into getting. Turns out that the swollen part of his foot was just a nasty mosquito bite. This morning, after my trip to the post office, I went out to weed the garden. I had to stop in one area because of the shear mass of bees on all the squash flowers. I really didn't feel like getting stung in the face. I thought that having the bee hives near the garden would be good, it is, but only to an extant. There are so many on my sunflowers that I am having a hard time tending the garden. I have never been stung by a bee in my life. Wasps, yes, bees, no. I don't think I want to start yet. Although my husband says, if I wanted the bees so bad I need to deal with the consequences. But wait, isn't this why I am married?

Today will be a long day. I missed several days of canning. Once the heat builds a little more, I will spend the day indoors, preserving harvest. I do need to take care of myself a little bit more then I have been. No matter what I might think, I can not do it all. I am not Super Woman. (although as I little girl I wanted to be cat woman. I had the under roos to prove it)