I start complaining before I open my eyes.  The birds are so loud.  My shoulder hurts.  It's burning.  I need Advil. I need coffee. I need the Ancient Word. But that means I have to get up.  I am so bone weary tired.  I need coffee;  (I think I have already mentioned that) which I didn't prepare like I usually do.  Because I was so tired.  I just want to sleep in; have no agenda for the day.  No cows, calves to feed, milking, haying, laundry, book work, rides, school, schedules.  I roll over.  I usually wake ... View Post