I had such dreams last night, as the rain pounded on the barn roof. I dreamt of Pants, and ex-husband, and Viva. Pants and ex-husband were kind to me. Viva was not. She told me exactly what she thought of me, so I replied with the same.
I can't remember much of what happened.
I want to stop thinking about Pants, you know? I'm sure I've mentioned that already. I wrote him a letter, addressed it, stamped it, and then purposefully left it in the pouch on the back of the seat in front of me on the plane. I want to see what happens.
I'm so tired right now. I'll try to nap, but I don't think it will do any good.
It's been raining all day but it's ok because all the work we've had to do today has been indoors.
I love this farm. It has a completely different feeling this year than before.
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