I've decided its allergies. Yeah, not a major illness. But it might as well be.
Spring. Yeah, that's what it is.
Mr. Hough does a peculiar thing when you're out driving with him. He sings. Kind of hums. Well, its something to pass the time away. I guess. Kind of quirky. He doesn't listen to the radio. I had to go all the way to Winters to pick up some feed with him today. It was a very long drive. But not really. OK, maybe twenty or thirty miles away on a very thin highway. Old highway. And I had to listen to him sing some old cowboy tune. OK, I couldn't hear every word because well, it might have been just humming.
Its like this. I feel over worked and underpaid, but then who doesn't. There just don't seem to be enough hours in the day. Good thing though, it has rained so that means no grass fires to worry about for a little while. But if the wind keeps blowing and drying out things...one more thing to worry about.
Yeap, sometimes you want to be as far from the country as you can be, but then there are times you just can't get enough of the wide open spaces. Of course, I had plenty of time to day with Mr. Hough and his singing. I'm just happy he didn't want us to sing a duet on that drive.