The rabbit is sick. We can't move him outside to get some fresh air, which he desperately needs, because the flies attack him and lay eggs on him as soon as he is out, as we discovered to his detriment last week. He must smell like death and decay. It is damp in the basement but it's that or flystrike. Poor old guy! I need to figure out some other housing arrangement asap.
My husband's little finger is broken. We think it happened when he was taking care of the sick lamb.
Sheep need to be moved. That is tomorrow morning's job.
I do both of my jobs at the mercy of remote computer systems
The laundry has reached epic heights and levels of smelliness. No change there. Ever.
Fair is next weekend. Also no change. But I did experience a brief glimmer of hope when I saw that the expiration date on the milk is August 3. My train of thought: "Fair will be over by the time this milk expires, so that point isn't too far away. I can cope with anything for the time that it will take for this milk to go bad."
And so on (and on and on and on) and so forth...
I did end up with a most restorative end to the week, teaching someone how to knit this afternoon. She wants to make a scarf for her daughter, who will also going be off to college this fall, in the colors of her daughter's chosen school. The easiest way I could think of was to cast on 300 or so stitches—the daughter wants a long scarf—and then she can just knit every row for a bit, then switch colors and do the same. The daughter is one of my favorite 4-Hers, so it was a pleasure to work with them both to figure out a solution to what they both wanted. It is nice to occasionally make things work.