I don't want to know what I'll be doing in 6 months.

For 5 years, my days have been meticulously planned from early morning to late evening. Get up, get dressed, bring the goats from pasture to milking parlour, milk the goats, bring the milk to the cheesekitchen and the goats back to pasture, wash the milking equipment, clean the milking parlour. Have a coffee and check emails. Don't forget to eat something. Don't forget to brush teeth. Check the fences and fix them. Move water and feed.

Squeeze in some writing wherever possible and feel shitty about not being able to squeeze in enough.

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