Good night! A long stretch of sleep for Krl and I both. I got up and took the trouble makin' hounds out of the bedroom. Krl and the senior hound group are still snoozing! Last night was better or else I was comatose. I think Brandy has exhausted herself worrying about Max.

I will tell you one thing, Max, the Jack Russell "Terror" is a bottom feeder. He is a toe nibblin', heel bitin', thick skulled, foolish young pup! I have enlisted Brandy as my digit guard. I try to keep her between Max and I, if she doesn't physically intervene I will at least get an audio warning that Max is approaching! Oh to have their energy!

Our day is unstructured! Nothing planned specifically. I might get a wild hair and go look for a book. I still have a gift card that I wouldn't mind spending if I can find something appealing. Krl is talking of looking for plants for her flower beds. I gave her a definite thumbs up on the weather. The old mesquites are out!

I haven't talked with my contacts in the St. Lawrence area lately. I would almost bet that they are starting to put some seed in the ground. They would probably like to see a planting rain just to help things along. They always push the envelope put there. Early bird gets the worm. First in first out!

Last night Pepa called me. Krl was already in bed. I was miserable from the seafood and pasta and decided to wait before I turned in for the evening. Pepa said they had finished laying off all their rows late yesterday. They have started preparations to plant milo so it won't be long until it is busy busy.

I have been trying to put together a deal to sell the last fifty loads of whole burrs that we have on hand at work. I had thought we had a line on them to go to the Scott plant located at Cresson. They are trying to do some gardening compost for Wal-Mart. It seems that they have some year old burr compost that is too far gone and they want to blend it with some current crop year burrs. Anyhow, they are wanting to get them for nothing, which makes my job brokering them difficult. I get to thinking about the old saying that farmers sell everything wholesale and buy everything retail. Maybe we should try to find someone who would sack these burrs and direct market them ourselves. FYI, for 44,000 pounds the price is $132.00, trucking is more than the product (Luckily we are the closest source for them, pay us or pay the truck!). I get to looking at what they would retail for and it blows my mind. $11,000 per truck load retail. We have fifty loads, $550,000 worth of retail burrs. That is just our excess! Remember if you do the opposite of what I do you will be O.K.. I'll take half!

FATHER, I ask for a blessed weekend. One filled with laughter, filled with rest and relaxation. I continue to ask that YOU rest and heal Krl. I continue to lift up Hag, B., Lillie, Carol, Michelle, Aimee, Ashlyn Kate, TJ, Anna, Jess, those recovering from their injuries, Dr. Mackie, and Yaenga. I ask YOUR miracle of healing for them all. I pray for those hurting from loss. Fill their void with YOU. I pray for those of us who encounter stumbling blocks on our journey with YOU. Give us resolve and purpose. I pray for our spiritual family and our leaders. How great YOU are.