cooped up chaos?

let the chickens run free

Today’s post is a late one.

I did the difficult thing first.

I cleaned the coop, found the eggs, chased the chickens, walked the dogs and ate.

That was the fun part.

The difficult part was waiting to write.

Waiting?

Well, not really waiting in the strictest sense.

Instead, I had to spend some time waking up.

I woke up agitated. It wasn’t anything from anyone, but I woke up just hot headed.

I was committed for quite some time to writing first thing in the morning.

I’m also letting things slide a bit. I don’t want to write with a hot headed urgency.

Instead, I waited for things to come together for me.

It took hours.

That was the difficult thing - moving through the agitation.

I moved - walked dogs, chased the chickens, cleaned coop, collected horse shit, drove the truck, fixed the brakes - no matter what I kept moving. My little agitated motor whirred with glee.

Here it is almost four thirty in the afternoon and here I sit - finishing off my post for today.

I’ve also written posts for tomorrow…