a second ago, i read jenny's mom's blog. i read about seeing cows out the window and getting into the truck to drive out to the edge of the property -- 'cause the edge is that far away.
i'm constantly on the edge. the edge of a traffic jam. the edge of a deadline. the edge of the 800-sqaure-feet i'm not even close to owning. the edge of running out of gas or burning the toast.
i'm on the edge of a breakdown.
i want the edge to be further away. i want to have to get in the truck and drive there. and when i get there, i want to be able to save a baby goat from dying.