I'm just not meant for this. This SCIENCE. The perfection, the calculations, the acronyms.
I try. I really try. But I still fail to make their standard purity of 95%.
So I walked last night.
2002-06-04 @ 10:45 p.m.
Rank
-96% is a huge improvement over 92%!
-But the inherint error is 30%! That difference is not real.
-Marketing will believe that it's real.
I sat on the stack of hay bales next to Heidi and her new calf. The frogs. The witch-cat meowing.
Thinking.
I walked back to the barn. Fergus baa'd menacingly at me. I baa'd back. Then I let him smell my hand. And I took it away. Which makes him interested in why I won't let him sniff. So he comes to me. And I rub his chin, then shoulder, then behind his ears, and then head. Never head first. I stopped, and he head-butted me to stroke him some more. So I did. And he closed his eyes.
That is everything, right there. No lab coat, no Sharpie pens, no Falcon tubes.
Oh Cowboy, I'm looking forward to your return from branding in two weeks. I love how you tell me that you think of me. You are my ticket to Smallville.
PS. 100th Entry!
PPS. They spread manure and my place really, really stinks.
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