:Week 6: In which we run away…again The idea came to me as I stared at the ceiling from the comfort of my own bed, awake in the middle of the night due to literal fussing and virtual stewing. The news was that we would not get our clean water…
Weeks 4 and 5: The struggle with reality Forgive me for I have sinned. I have not changed the bed sheets for at least 11 days. I have neglected to scrub the kitchen floor in 6 weeks and I have accummulated an obscene amount of garbage, a sin so vile…
Weeks 2 and 3: The Atlanta Gig I was told to guard against any chickens escaping. On my first solo morning, this was foremost on my mind. What would happen if one did escape? Could I lure it back inside or would I have to chase it around the yard…