All bets are off

Today I woke up to the tree trimmers at the park placing bets. One guy obviously bet with his heart instead of his head as the others pointed out how he always loses and should take the points. He refused the spread and went with the bet, despite their incredulous reactions. I just thought- that guy must be a browns fan.

I now have 17 chickens and three turkeys in the brooder house. I should be setting up some fencing soon so they can have some fresh air and I can teach them how to roost. With winter coming up, it's nice to know ill have fresh eggs... And something to care for and stare at.

I am feeling very uneasy about my job as I realizations through the company finally set in that our cost benefit analysis shows more cost than benefit. Depressing. But with more overhead than your average place, like acres and acres of overhead, it's hard to keep your head above water. I feel as though I'm in a terribly stressful chess game where I'm waiting for my opponent to move, but there's only thick silence from the other side of the table.
I have a crew that's dedicated and hard working. I just need a formula that is profitable.

I am trying not to get too down, but I really like my job and I want to succeed. Things that are out of my control frustrate me. So I am here, pinching pennies by buying flour and yeast. Dammit, I'll make my own bread. :) Now as long as my numbers were right on that cost and baking is anything like cooking, this should be fun and profitable. I fear it might not be as easy as I imagine.

Anyway, nick has a few pigs out back. They are both terrifying and enticing at the same time. I feed them split tomatoes and they look at me with upturned lips that I can't figure out if it's a snarl or a smile. Or maybe that's just how their faces look.
Soon I will be getting whey from my goat cheese lady to feed to them. But I am in an epic hillbilly battle, unbenounced to me, with the guy who brought the pigs. He hated the goat I gave nick and was yelling at me while I picked tomatoes. Nick wanted to keep the goat. Then one of my sheep got sick so I put it in nicks barn but that threw this dude into a fit of rage because he thought I was just makin fun of how much he hates that goat. Hillbilly drama.
I just dont like being yelled at.

Ok. It's time for a shower and a list. And maybe driving out to the middle of a field to drink a beer an listen to the silence. I need to clear my head.