Rock Bottom

They say you don't pick yourself back up on the road to recovery until you've hit rock bottom. Today, I've hit it:

I went outside to make sure the goat was still getting along with the Minis. They had all disappeared out of sight in the pasture and when I turned the corner, they were all hanging out in the barn, resting. I hugged and kissed Bea and went back into the house to make lunch: curried goat.

Note: No Bluebird Hollow goat was harmed during this process. It was a goat from the Jamaican restaurant that I love so well.

Bea, on the east veranda