A psychic pain.
We have been incubating eggs - our Silkies, Lynda's Silkies & Mr. S.'s Showgirls - for nearly two weeks. (Don't ask who these other people are. They are internet hookups...) This incubating thing is supposed to be easy: set it up, establish the temperature & put the damn eggs in. It has been a daily struggle of adjusting the temp in the face of weather changes & household appliance temps. I wanted to chuck out the entire lot on Thursday & now I have hope! Sigh! I feel like a loser for wishing this.
But then Rose says, "Billy SHOULD be a daddy!" and I melt... Billy (above) is the most humanly cuddly & sexually aggressive thing - ever. Yikes.
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