Once again, it came on like a bad acid trip, the certainty that this couldn’t possibly be real, this pathetic excuse for a national life we’ve been asked to endure. There he was, fat-kid-who-ate-the-whole-pie smug smile welded in place, William Barr in all his bland, doughy menace, summoning the brisk, I’ve-got-a-tee-time-at-noon efficiency of the arrogant corporate lawyer. He couldn’t really be pulling …
We’ve Got Eggs!
It’s always like a little miracle, when the chickens start laying eggs after their winter break. Right now, we’re collecting at least a dozen eggs every day. Coco is so obsessed with finding eggs, she practically lives in the chicken coop for a large part of the day. Only a month ago, Alex and Joseph slaughtered a few older hens and cooked them, too. …