I hit the 1/3-of-the-way mark the other day. It is a bit hard for me to believe. Have I always heard adults saying the same thing their whole lives and never understood it? I don’t feel much different from when I was half this age. Obviously, I move slower and have a bigger belly and work harder and longer hours and don’t spend anywhere near the same amount of time just goofing off. But, basically, I don’t feel any different.
My Dad celebrated his 59th Birthday.
We processed chickens (Caleb needed stitches), held our first annual farm day (no pictures), and put vinyl siding on the garage, finally.