Last night was the livestock auction. Afterwards there was square dancing in the show ring. I thought I had better spend the night so I left the girls at home to do the chores; Billy was baling until dark. I set up a cot near the pigs, pulled the sleeping bag up to my forehead long before lights were out in the barn, and slept like a log.

Early this morning I fed our animals quietly. Once Z’s pigs decide they need breakfast, there will be no more sleep for anyone. Then I headed home on empty roads.
It is the last day of the fair.