My chest cold has climbed into my face, so now my nose is actually running. That is, it is dripping nonstop down my face if I don't hold a tissue to it to stop the flow. Which made doing goat chores a tad challenging... until I hit that point when I just didn't care anymore. The backs of my gloves were soaking wet from my face before I was done, but then I was completely done and could go inside and steam in the shower.

It was 19 degrees and blowing snow when I got home at 4:30 this afternoon. I certainly was not going to wait for it to get colder and more miserable out for all of us before I took the goats their hay and warm water. So I just tucked my chin down and faced the wind. I took much-appreciated warm water to the front goats, changed the water for the back goats, put out two and a half bales of hay, and repeatedly told the llama to get the heck out of the way from where he was standing width-wise across the stall door.