Got the hay room cleaned out in between loads. We had to stretch about three bales for nearly a week, and had to clean up all the leavings from various loads to make it last, which gave me plenty of time to think about this. We made it, nobody died of starvation, and I got about six inches of alfalfa (the then much thinner upper layer) and manure out of there today in the time I would normally have spent getting ahead of all those dishes, but Mom kindly did some, and it's done. The floor was nice and barn-clean, which means sort of smeared with this brown stuff that feels really gross on your feet, and seems to be a mixture of urine and dust. Probably. Anyway, it was good. And we got the hay in, and next time we have to do this there won't be inedible layers from keeping babies in there every winter for the past three or fours years. We'll just be able to sweep the floor! Lol.
And I came inside absolutely beat, and of course Peter had made molasses cookies. Obviously Owen was the wrong choice for assistant once they got home. But I got my second wind at about nine, so now I'm shaping and baking the cookies, which function as a sort of excuse for being online at ten-forty except that I should be doing dishes in between loads and furthermore I'm letting this batch sit while I finish the post instead of rocketing off and shaping the next. Hah.

Oh, and I found this really nice music website, Radiomanga.net, which is set up as album playlists: you click on the album name, you get all the songs on it, in the order of the CD. Which is lovely. Although their engine or whatever seems to be Youtube, which is....disturbing. I mean, I hope they don't depend on Youtube. I'm also happy because Doug's adopting it, and I don't often find sites that the others use. Although Mangafox and Mangaupdates are getting some use, which is satisfying. Interesting that all three are manga/anime related, though. Lol. And, by the way, Philip, thank you very much for helping me get going with the manga on my comp. :D I'm a menace with it.

The lambs are all doing great, enjoying this warm weather. It's actually supposed to snow in the next few days (sob) but in the meanwhile the pump finally thawed out, wonder of wonders, so we don't have to go through the basement. It's really annoying hauling from the basement in forty degrees of sunshine. One feels cheated. What good is warm weather if I still have to haul water from the basement? Well, for a start, my hands aren't numb when I finish. I might not even have to wear a coat. And even if Starling lambed in the middle of the night, the babies wouldn't freeze to death if I didn't find out 'till morning. *cheers* Of course, I'm still going out there with a flashlight before bed, a policy the neighbors probably disapprove of by now, as it reminds the bottle boys that there is a mother and she has just left. Drat them. So they bleat and wail for the next ten minutes or so. Maybe less, but since I alway expect them to continue for the next three hours I've never timed them. Rabbit, the youngest, is actually finishing his milk first sometimes, which is shocking. We used to have bottle races to see who finished first. Lots of competition. Of course now I only have one assistant and sometimes none, which is a little tricky with three bottles but my hands seem to have grown since last time (looks surprised--it's only been three years *roll*) so it's a bit easier. Also the A&W and Dr Pepper bottles both have long necks, so if I hold 'em right the necks sort of fit together and they're pretty easy to hold. Note to always have a Dr P and A&W in future. Unless it's four babies, in which case I'm doomed to an assistant. Sigh. Owen seems to think that nobody would ever want to be outside alone. Now I know why he always tries to go on walks with me. Maybe he doesn't like thinking. From the stuff he tells me when he's in a mood to talk about thoughts, I wouldn't be surprised. Owen seems to depress fairly easily....and the jumble he's picked up from Dad does not help. With Dad's personality, as I see it, one can be zonked out on drink/drugs (see B), fantasy/fiction (see me), or be really, really depressed (see Dad and, apparently, Owen, although he makes a pretty good case for "zonked out on Internet".) Feh. The kid seems to seriously expect the world to actually end in 2012 or so. I think it has something to do with a discussion about a prediction by Isaac Newton or somebody and how it was wrong because he made a mistake and the correction brings it to 2012. Something like that. He doesn't seem to have gathered that none of us were taking it very seriously. Sigh. Poor Owen. And, by the way, I am not thrashing all this out with him. No way, no how. Not me. You do it. Leave me out of this.

Also I have to go bake cookies and finish cleaning up the kitchen.