This morning I milked the goat, painted the stanchion, cleaned egg boxes, turned up a double dug raised bed, and planted: chard, beets, carrots, radishes, lettuce, fennel, and cilantro. I let the goats run in the yard around me as I worked. They pronked, raced, grazed, delighted, and most importantly--came running to me when I called them.

My heart is full. And my shoulders are sore.

This afternoon is the last Gaming level 4 programming class for my son. And I might have enough energy for the evening knitting circle at the library. But...its doubtful. By tonight I suspect my hands will be shaking as I finish the second milking.