....hold on. Stealing lyrics from Phil (Collins) there. Sigh. The sun is starting to slip below the tree line a little earlier each night. Summer has given me a chance to get a little rest but now I'm feeling a little anxious. It's time to find hay, put up hay, get firewood, put up firewood, stock the livestock and feLION rations, maybe even a few human provisions for Winter. On the upside, maybe I'll loose another twenty pounds this winter too.