A Typical Wednesday Morning

It is 8:30am and I am groggy and wanting to go back to sleep, but Andrew is asking if I can drop him off at school. Can I sleep ten more minutes? No, not really. Not unless I want to make Andrew walk. It's not a bad walk but he's still sick. Drive Andrew to the university. Curse and the idiot student who walk out infront of the truck like clockwork. Home again. I hunt for my phone. I have let the battery die and it is somewhere in the house. I find it in the pants that I was wearing yesterday.
Start coffee. Feed the cats. Wash a few dishes. Remember that I should probably feed the chickens before I do the dishes.
I feed the chickens. They have taken to trying to sleep on the little porch thing that connects their house to the fenced in run. This in not good. The chicken porch is not designed for this.  There is a strong possibility that a raccoon could reach through the fencing and grab one of them. Raccoon rarely. kill chickens to eat them. They just do it to kill them. I presume the raccoons think it is fun. I have been shoving the chicken into the back of their house every night before I go to bed. "Anybody who sleeps on the porch will be molested," I tell them. Andrew says, "Just like in Cave Junction. If you sleep on the porch, you'll be molested." Shoving the chickens back into their house is not a perminant solution. For one thing there is no garantee that they will not just go right back out onto the porch once I go to bed. So this morning I am thinking about how to raccoon proof chicken porch. Andrew and I have bought some very fine mesh wire to put on the run on the porch side. A ferret can't get his teeth around this stuff so there's no chance a raccoon with be able to stick his hand through.  So now I am thinking about how best to cut and attache the wire.
When I get back in the house. I fill one of my big mugs with coffee. I fill the other half with milk. This is how I like my coffee: full of milk. I make the coffee strong so it's kinda like a latte. Now the coffee is rather cold so I stick it in the microwave. My newly revived cell phone rings. It's Andrew. I frown I the phone. I just dropped him off to do set up for his robot competiting. His idiot group member has hooked up one of the parts on the robot backwards and fried it. This is a mistake that anybody with a half a brain could avoid. The freaking wires are color coated. The idiot's name is John. I have never met him, but this guy is majorly on my shit list. He is worse than useless. It seems like every time he touches the robot, I am driving Andrew to Trump's hobby to buy a replacement part. I want to sent him a bill. I also kinda want Julius to pee on his backpack. Alas sending him a bill is about all I will get to do. I drop the stressed out Andrew and the replacement part off at school again. I am still in my pajamas.
Back at home I finally get to drink my coffee. I clean the ferret box and hop in the shower. Bear has gone the the bathroom in his litterbox as soon as I put it back in their cage. I am extremely pleased because now I can let him out. Otaku is pawing and the cage wanting out. I grab him and bear and put them in the shower with me. I plug the drain and they get a bath while I wash my hair. I don't want to deal with Pip today because he consistently poops in the bath. I use the same shampoo and conditioner on the ferrets as I do on myself. Ferrets shampoo is rediculously expensive and I don't think it's any better, so the ferrets use Panteen Shampoo and Dove conditioner. I drain the bathtub, give the ferrets and extra rinse with the showerhead to get the last of the soap off them and toss a couple of towels in tub for the ferrets to ferret around in. My the time I'm dressed the ferrets are pretty dry and I loose them on the house to reek havoc while I sit down to write in my blog. There is really a limited amount of havoc to be reaked because I let them out nearly everyday and I am now savy to most of their trips. The other day, though I forgot to close my can of used coffee grounds and bear dumped it all over the kitchen floor and rooted around in it. I was extremely pleased with himself. I think he was saying, "look Mom. Look what I did!" What good little ferrets.

Andrew calls me again. His group has opted out of the robotics competition because John, the idiot, has programmed a game strategy that is too stupid to compete. (The robot is supposed to play shuffle board.) It's a bummer because it's a really nice robot and the robotics competition gets a bit of press. On the up side, the robot got an A I think and I believe that's the whole course grade.  Andrew deserves and A. He's worked really hard.

So now I'm going to go put more neosporing on Trouble's wing. It's healing well. No sign of infecting. As a result of the injury, Trouble has turned into an extremely friendly chicken. She loves be held and petted.