So I got several pieces of horrible news all within an hour of each other. The only one a can talk about is a dear friend died.
I spent most of Saturday crying and breaking the news to others.
Husband had his 20 year High school reunion on Saturday as well. We took the bike and I was able to have a good time. f course all the ones that showed up were jocks and cheerleaders, and I ended up having a very cliquish deju vu at one point. I never hung with the cool kids. Husband did, he was the all star jock. But we had a good time. It was at a Beer Garden, so a little drink, a wonderful bike ride and then some food, I was feeling a whole lot better.
Today husband and I are taking the bike out to the farmstead to check on cows.
Oh, and we had our first little of kits the other day. That was a nice surprise.