Trrrinking my coffee. I have to do it--my morning mood med.

DH wants to run off and work on fencing, but he had all morning to do breakfast while I was out wrasslin' chickens (& turkeys & ducks & geese...) I do most of it because of his arthritis, but he makes sure it gets done--which I must confess I need sometimes.
Anyway we'll be cutting down a snag (or maybe not--might be better to just mend the fence later)--& a bunch of raspberry bushes that had the nerve to grow up in the fence line. They're not in fruit yet away up here, but

. Can't put up field fence with them poking every which way. There's plenty more besides those, and they'll grow back next year. This is the last bit except a short and very nasty bit because pine beetles. Anyway, I'm down to the dregs... gotta go.