Somedays are just made for writing of adventures in the Amazon in Pirate Bob notebooks, learning the Anglo-Saxon alphabet, and snuggling fat babies. Swirling snow outside and cinnamon tea is also a plus.
Later Little Brother, Baby, and I will cruise into town to the feedstore for pellets and cracked corn and to order this year's new batch of chickies. Then we'll mosey down to the coffee shop for a treat and a Mum, ready to go home.
Then I might try to get some ponies to jump.
It's going to be a good day.