Fell out of the hayloft yesterday. Emergency room. Three broken vertebrae (not bad, just the sticky out parts, doc says they will heal on their own). Now pretty much laid up with a fistful of pain pills.
A couple moves from the big city to the countryside and starts a small farm...wait, you've heard this premise before? What? Trite? Hackneyed? But, I have goats. Really cute pictures of tiny baby goats. And cheesemaking recipes. We slaughter our own pigs and cure our own bacon! Well, that's in the master plan, anyway. Just read it, you'll see.