When I don't post here at Brays of Our Lives, you can assume one of two things:
A) I'm out in the woods being Intrepid and Mighty, with FarmWife astride. This was the case this morning, and tomorrow I'll give you all sorts of cheerful anecdotes about our daring adventures.
B) I'm standing in my paddock being Lonesome and Forlorn, with FarmWife at work. This was the case yesterday and again this afternoon, and tomorrow I'll cheerfully eat some of the hay which she pays for, in part, through her efforts.
Never fear, my dear friends—whether I post or whether I don't, you're always in my noble and capacious heart.
Ears to you,
Fenway Bartholomule
Here's hoping for more of A and less of B.
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