Since I'm not going to harvest 20 fields this week for the first time since the first week of April, I have to figure out just little I will harvest.
It will be at least 15, of that I am certain sure I will be able to harvest that many.
Whether I will harvest any of the better crops that I intend to plant, or have planted, remains to be seen.
Oh mo, this is not6 how you are supposed to act Desky, that's just jerky to say the least as the language that I want to use with you is far stronger but I worry, I guess that such a harsh tongue is not going to win me any fans.,
Or will it win all the fans?
Can I win any fans?
And how long will it take me to catch up on the drawings?
Ugh.
On the plus side, while I was doing other things instead of writing, I did think about Byron Prestwick, my blessed poet who instaports to an alien space station that orbits an alien world.
One he very much wants to explore.
But can't because he can't interface with Mavranyr, which is the name of the station.
This of course holds me back from writing about the many adventures that he will have.