It feels only a tiny bit more September-y now that the first day of school has arrived. Normally this week I’d be getting amped up for corn mazes, pumpkin patches, apple fritters, and the traditional first pumpkin spice latte of the season. We’re having some sort of rare, record breaking stretch of hot September weather here in the Pacific Northwest and it kind of rules. Hey, I don’t have to go to school!
This guy does, however – number 2 pencils and all. Sophomore year, we are ready to kick your ass.
Levi says he hasn’t felt this exhausted in awhile. Not surprising. He has been staying up until 3 or 4 all summer. We did enforce a bedtime this week, but this will be a rough adjustment. As a shift worker who flip-flops from nights to days every 8 weeks, I am an expert. Maybe it will start to feel like fall when I switch back to day shift in a week or so.
Let’s do a roll call on the boys around here while we still have four. In addition to the teenager, we’ve got:
expert chicken guard
Mr. Jimmy Rabies
window sill lounger
not nearly as mean as he looks
Still no crowing. I don’t know if the day it happens we will suddenly be desperate to find him a new home. We have at least one interested future rooster owner, so we won’t panic. Yet.