I spent a good portion of the day cleaning our bedroom.  I had also done all the laundry so that is caught up.  (Once the clothes on the line finish drying.)  The livingroom got vacuumed and the couches got vacuumed, flipped, vacuumed under, and flipped back up.  So, all the crud that was under and in them is out.

I also made about four pounds of mozzarella cheese so I decided to make some dough and we had cheese pizza tonight.  We'll have the left-overs for lunch tomorrow.

I did make a small dent in the bedroom, but it still needs a lot more work.  It has been a catch-all for so long for so many things that it is past time to clean it out.  The Christmas decorations need to go back down to the basement.  The broken rocking chair needs to be gone.  The dresser that doesn't get used needs to go somewhere else and get used there.  (I am thinking Charlie's room.  Or put the dresser that is in the girls' room in Charlie's room and put the long dresser in the girls' room.  Hmmm.

Yesterday, George did a lot of work and hurt his body bad.  He is paying for it today.  If he doesn't move, he only hurts a little.  As a result, he did not go to church tonight.  He couldn't move.I am angry at myself for allowing him to do too much.  But, it needed doing and it is stuff that I am not capable of doing.  Thankfully, it is also stuff that shouldn't have to happen again.  Although I don't know how many times we have moved that chicken house now.  Plus, it is up on railroad ties.

My wrists hurt.  They are all scratched up from the male rabbit.  I started them breeding and the male is supposed to be brought to the female.  Well, the male does not like people.  He scratches pretty good.  And, he drew blood.  He is lucky he is the only male we have right now.

We've had storms and strong winds whipping through here today.  Tomorrow morning, I am going to have to do a loss/damage assessment and I am not looking forward to it.  I don't know how many chicks are going to survive these storms.  This has been a bad year and it is draining.  I realize it is a part of farm life, but it is a sucky part.