Blog readership has suffered of late.
this is likely due to 1.) it’s summer and 2.) people have lives, and 3.) I’m growing up.
but more importantly, 4.) my life on the farm has become uninteresting, and will remain uninteresting for several years.
plus, my new boss is my most loyal blog reader, so i can’t really bitch about all the times he’s brought me into the office to yell at me for looting, writing crappy stories, armed robbery, etc. i can quote him as saying “I’m going to make you into a star despite yourself,” or something along those lines.
we’re having fun, aren’t we? everyone said we would.
i think we might be on our way to Three Weeks Without Some Devastating Change or Departure or Mass Firing, too, which never helps blog stats.
boooooooooooooooo. maybe this streak will get cut short! (cross your fingers.)
seth and i found a kitten in the barn. this explains why our feral cat was so fat. we thought there was just lots of good eatin’ in the fields of Knox County. we touched the kitten, and then tried (unsuccessfully) to feed it before we put it –soaked with milk– back into the hayloft in the barn. i hope we didn’t inadvertently kill it somehow. it’s just that we read online that we’d have to feed it with an eyedropper every two hours for four weeks, so we gave up on the ting early.
i’m begging you.
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