So here I sit, almost too spent to think. I'm pretty much ready for the trip. Just need to throw some clothes into a bag. But if I wake up early, I'd like to take water down to the seed farm first thing. Not a necessity, but it would make me feel better about leaving knowing that everything is taken care of.
The morning went along fairly well. Got most the usual farm chores done, nice and smooth. Got a phone call from a community group that I volunteer for about picking up lunches for some school kids and delivering them. Ok. At 10:30 I dropped everything, cleaned up, headed for town. I was heading to pick up almost two dozen lunches at the restaurant in town with plans to deliver them to a school group down at the county park at Honu'apo. Almost got there when I got a phone call saying that my services weren't needed, someone else was picking up the lunches. Turn around. Head back home. Whew. With spirits rising and a smile on my face, I thought that this was cool. Now I'd be ahead of schedule. But the gods yanked the carpet out from under my feet. Hadn't gone more than three miles when the phone rang again. A friend's dog had attempted to escape the bedroom and broke a window. There was blood everywhere, apparently from an actively bleeding cut. The closest open vet was 1 1/2 hours away. Could I come take a look and help?
Now how could I say no? A quick stop at home to pick up supplies and off to the rescue. Patch up dog, then back home again. My own lunch? Forget it for today. I'm now behind schedule.
The rest of the day was a blur. Load feeders. Set up extra water buckets. Put extra litter in the chicken pen. The house sitter showed up and needed the grand tour and review of instructions. Finished everything up just in time for hubby to arrive home. And it's time to call it a day. Geez, I do believe I've earned a few days off!