Over the weekend I flew half the length of the country and back inside of 24 hours. The flying part was because my cousin was getting married, and I was there and back in less than a day because farm chores stop for no woman and her travel plans.
While it was truly awesome to see the fam, the mountains, the beautiful wedding, I stand by what I said last week about never leaving the farm again. Except you have to admit, the welcoming committee when I get home is pretty awesome.
And that’s all I’ve got until I catch up on enough sleep to form coherent sentences again.