Hay! It is Sunday and guess what?! I know you are probably on your guard now, much like we are when the Goatmother tromps out to the barn and utters that phrase. Thankfully, it is nothing akin to that. I merely want to tell you that the sun is shining!!!! More or less, anyway. It does duck behind a cloud every once in awhile, but still, the fact remains that the sun is shining. Can you believe it? Western Washington, January, and the sun is shining. Who knew it was possible?
I have to admit I am rather happy about it, though. At least I was. So what happened to mar my enthusiasm, you ask? Well, it is like this. Everything was going along so well when suddenly there was a blinding flash of light. Everyone ran to the barn. What was it? Did an asteroid hit the front yard? Did the Goatfather spontaneously combust from sitting too long in front of the computer? Perhaps it was one of those 'close encounters' and we'll all wake up having lost two or three days. Or maybe even two or three years!
In fact, it was none of those things. It seems the Goatmother looked out, saw the sunshine and decided she needed to take advantage and get as much Vitamin D out of it as possible. After all, just this morning the Goatfather found where a new study had linked depression to a lack of Vitamin D. Striking while the iron was hot, she flew out the door, plopped down on the bench and rolled up her pant legs. Let me repeat that, just in case you missed it. She rolled up her pant legs. "Marigold!", she hollered. "What are you doing in the barn? Come on out here!"
I will, Goatmother. Just as soon as you dim the light.
Perhaps, after all, there is hidden value in leaden skies.