I didn’t expect to be back matching wits with donkeys, but here they are, trying to sneak into the barn again. They almost made it. Not quite. Beautiful Sunday. I’m writing a chapter about what to say to people when their animals die. Do not say “get over it,” “it’s just a dog,” “time to move on,” “go get another dog,” (although I think that’s good advice. So I am writing about what people should say.  “I’m sorry” is pretty. I learned in hospice not to try and make people feel better. Sometimes it’s okay to feel bad.

Maria is working all day today, and we are both excited about getting married on the farm, sometime this summer. Donkeys and dogs.

I will tell people who come to bring shoes they don’t care about throwing away. Some city people are already nervous about the donkeys. Going to Merck this afternoon to herd sheep with Rose.