The good story about the LFL is this. I was there about a week ago (before all hell broke loose) and discovered one of the doors was gone. Hinges intact -- door gone. I was steamed. I went home in a bit of a huff and friend J2 suggested I call the office of the mobile home community where it's located. Good suggestion. Indeed, the door had been vandalized and their maintenance crew was fixing it. If I showed you a close-up of the doors, you might be able to guess which it was, but gol' darn they did a good job. The moral of the story -- the LFL must be appreciated. So, as exasperated as I get with the mess of books shoved in every which way when I go to replenish it, it's appreciated. And isn't that the point.
Now on to the donks!!
Today's little donkey vignette is supposed to allow you a moment of morning calm, donkeys contentedly chewing, chickens clucking. Until this darn woman's voice breaks the peace. Pardon the voice.