Man, I feel weird tonight, kind of woozy and lightheaded; sort of like you do if you lose a lot of blood, only I haven't lost any. Managed to milk the goats, though. I spent most of the day cleaning up trash and getting a load of stuff together for the thrift store, and then we donated the stuff and ran to the dump, where we found a bunch of perfectly good children's outdoor toys. Most of them are better than what my kids already had, so we brought them home. Oh, I can't think. Brain feels all befuddled. Tomorrow a gal comes by to buy up 7 or 8 goats. She's a meat buyer, and I hate to do it, but that's just the way things are sometimes.