Coffee is ready, going for second cup. It's foggy, sheep are still bedded down like they know it's hopeless that I'm showing up to let them out. I slept until 7, I was tired. I've been looking at my nemesis, thistles. I fought them last year and sprayed them this past winter as they came up and killed a lot of them. But there are more and they are blooming. I've had to sit here and watch them grow. I'm gonna take the mule, loppers and a garbage bag and work on them this morning. I'll do a little each day, hopefully keep them from spreading more seed. I'm not going to poison them this go-round, just cut the tops off. I told Layne what I'm going to do and he agreed. Who needs a doctor release when I've got a over concerned son?