I've been busy. Not busy in the exciting, fulfilling way, but in the more mundane I haven't even taken down my Christmas tree way. There was a tornado, but it didn't damage my house, though I lay in bed and listened to it blow over.
I also drove a triangular tour of Mississippi driving from here to Columbus (in the rain) for my husband's grandmother's 101st birthday, then from Columbus to Indianola (in the rain) for another Christmas celebration, then from Indianola to here. Christmas at my MIL's house is a feast for the eyes. There are tulle elves or greenery hanging from the chandeliers, enormous golden balls hanging from the wardrobe, garland draped on the headboards, and other subtle unexpected treats just waiting to make you smile - Christmas decorating squared. I feel like I accomplish something if I erect and decorate a tree and get the stockings hung by the chimney with care. I would feel even more accomplished if I would also remove the decorations from the tree and then remove the tree before the house spontaneously combusts.
My husband is out of town. There have been no farm emergencies unless you count the small bull getting into the horse feed storage area through a calf feeder. He ate fifty plus pounds of oats and then could not get out. He bellowed and bellowed but since he bellows all the time in an attempt to get attention, show his masculinity, or be annoying I didn't notice there was a problem until the next morning when I was feeding the heifers and he wasn't with them. I didn't let him out until the heifers finished eating since I assumed the glutton had had enough.
We started Scouts, ballet, and school this week. Life is busy.