Demons

There is a demon living in my computer and it's making mischief with my pictures. Some pictures don't load and some load twice. Oh, well, we do our best. I'm a Cold War kid who was dragged into cyberspace kicking and screaming. I do need my pictures, especially the animal photos, because they fill me with love and longing for all the creatures who make my life so meaningful, and so crazy. And it's about to get crazier. I'm going to start putting together jugs, or lambing pens, for the moms. A few are about to pop, but it's hard to tell. Some give me a heads-up when their udders swell, others have no swelling at all until they give birth. I reach under and give a quick squeeze to check, which always sends them into a leap of surprise. It's cold now, 20 F. this morning, and my hands are icy. My lamb sweaters are ready to go, and I bet I could talk Kimmie Cornerstone into knitting me a couple more with her lovely angora blended into the wool for extra warmth. Back to work, lunch is over and duty calls. I don't think this box has demons in it, we'll see.