Some Days

 Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bed. First thing this morning, a billy goat broke a gate, and make his way into my blackberries, which is no big deal, because it's winter, but it was still nothing you like to see.  

 After that small disaster, I drove over to to Newton and bought some hay from a farmer I know. On the way back, I had a flat tire, and changed it while cars flew past me they were in the Indianapolis 500. Got home, put the hay in the barn, and called it a day. 

Still, I suppose my worst days here, and better than my best days in the city ever were.