Shiver me Timbers

And that's all the pirate talk you are going to get out of me this morning. 

Yesterday's deluge ushered in cold, soggy, fall-ish air, not the nice crisp stuff we have been enjoying. Just plain icky.

I got up at four to finish writing the Farm Side. Since the big computer crashed and I have been using this little laptop, I work in the kitchen. 

Everyone knows that the kitchen is the epicenter of pretty much everything on a farm right? I can vouch for the truth of that statement. If there is a political thing that needs to be argued, the kitchen is the gathering place. Dog need to walk? He parades around the kitchen. Phones ring? Doors slam? Oh, yeah, all that and more. Not conducive to deep concentration.

I actually have an office, but it is a dark, creepy little room with no lights. I either work by the glow of the ancient desk top computer there or drag in a lamp from another room. Needless to say that is not where I want to sit and write for the paper or blog or any of that stuff. I go in there to work on the books, an activity that seems to suit dark and gloomy places, but the brightly lit kitchen seems better for other stuff.

The commotion here is an unavoidable pain in the fanny though...hence the early hour of rising....

Which by the way worked great. The boss and Becky and the boy and the dogs and the cats got up just as I was clicking "send" and emailing this week's offering off to the editor.

Of course, now I am feeling just a tad disoriented........