Oh, how I would love to stay home and spin some wool in front of a smoldering, flickering fire. It's cold, damp and dreary out there. Have to get out to morning chores and get out of here. Little Valentine is still getting a bottle twice a day. I have one more cup of powder in the milk replacer bag, and I have to decide if I'm going to buy another one. The white powder might as well be a drug, it's so expensive. $30 for a small bag. I weaned Nicholas and Joseph with bottles of warm water. Valentine is getting grain and second cut hay twice a day. I'll have to sleep on it. It's pitiful to hear his cries for his bottle. I think he's chewed his poor mother's teat to the point she doesn't want him any more. Who could blame her? I'll buy another Mega-Millions ticket today. Bought five the other day, the first lottery ticket purchase in my life. Fun to think of what I would do with that money. One thing is for sure, there would still be a flickering fire in the wood stove with a spinning wheel and stool in front of it.