A blog chronicling my departure from urban life on the east coast to sheep farm and cheese making life on the west coast. Still recounting the meals I have eaten in my new setting, but with more sheep thrown into the mix.
The installation of worry in me. I think Zul's only worry in life is whether I'm really going to feed him...which I always will...yet he seems skeptical.
The worry that he'll eat an exploding spider or cause another car to crash or...well those are the two worries of the moment. Actually I'm not worried about the crash since I'm never driving with him ever again.
The worry is strong with this one.
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The installation of worry in me. I think Zul's only worry in life is whether I'm really going to feed him...which I always will...yet he seems skeptical.
The worry that he'll eat an exploding spider or cause another car to crash or...well those are the two worries of the moment. Actually I'm not worried about the crash since I'm never driving with him ever again.
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