Wednesday, November 21:

This life comes with disappointment and discouragement built in.

The dairy cows in the home pasture, where the grass ran out in late October, pacing the lane from sliding manger to milking barn, turn the turf to mush and mud.

Lost a calf and a pig the same week; in neither case do we know why.

When the sun strikes at an angle through the south window in the kitchen it shows up the dust on the floor like the fuzz on a peach, and every smudge and drip on the cabinets.

With the onset of cold weather our fingers tend to split at the tips, making it hard to type.

In justice we refer to the other side of the ledger:

Hmmmm — we can’t see ourselves going anywhere else?