I'm going to milk the cow this morning; at least, I'm going to try. Since Clyde has been running at his mother's side for about three months, taking all her milk, she may not "give it down" for me. We'll see what happens. The weather turned so severe this winter, and Bonnie cut back on production (she only has two working quarters now, remember), that I decided it wasn't worth my time going out in the cold for the small amount of milk I was getting.
I happened to find some lovely alfalfa-brome hay on Craigslist yesterday for four dollars per bale, about fifteen miles from home. We went and picked up twenty-five bales just for Bonnie. Spring is on its way and people are clearing last year's hay out of their barns.
Cliff and I are past the worst part of whatever we had that laid us low. I've decided it's sleeping sickness, because every time either of us sat down in a chair, we'd fall asleep. Even though other symptoms are gone (except the cough, of course), I'm still sleeping a LOT, and doing it very soundly, too. At one point in the night I started waking up, very irritated that somebody wouldn't stop disturbing my sleep with their coughing. Once I was completely awake, I realized I was the one coughing.
I need to find some seed potatoes someplace; St. Patrick's Day approaches.