Don't Chase The Fed Ex Truck Suz!

The Sandias on a beautifully cloudy day.

This will be brief, as I will explain.  Last Friday we were expecting something from FedEx. I heard the dog barking and I was half dressed. Since Buddy continued to bark, I assumed Bob didn't hear the truck in the shop.  I whipped on my uggs and top and flew out the front door.  I also tripped over a rock and landed knees and palms on the gravel.  The FedEx driver never looked, and off he went.  My hands were not usable for two days, my knees scabbed and bruised.  I guess I don't bounce as well as I used to!  It could have been worse, nothing broken, just sprains.  And Bob had gotten the delivery, there was no need for me to run.

I have been spending more time with my chickens. They continue to crack me up.

How do they do that?

Thanks for reading.  Each day is a gift. Open now.
xo,
Suz