Back in the Arms of Unhappy.

It's hard to write a blog about unexpectedly running the family farm when: I'm not. He's dead. It's someone else's problem now. Ever since I couldn't find it in myself to write anymore at I Fling Poo, I've been wondering what reason I could come up with for starting a different blog. What angle. What would provide cohesion to the posts.

I didn't think of anything. Or, more to the point, nothing fell in my lap and made itself interesting. So, now, this. It's going to be a mish-mash. I am sorry. Maybe a definite thread will appear in the posts. Don't count on it.