So, the inservice day was a little glitchy, but worked out. We watched a show about finding wooly mammoth bones in the tundra in the moring and when the rain eased off, we went out and found some wooly mammoth bones in the back yard. But only after the six year old said, Grandma, you are going to work, I just know it! It's tough when the grands are as smart or smarter than you.
If I hadn't had the darned cold, it would have been a much better day, but I think I've turned the corner on that. We are in the midst of 70s and fair skies for the rest of the week. Ah, spring.
The morning milker started his new day job today, so Stan is it. Waiting to see how this goes...
