Testing, testing

This life is a test. It is only a test. If it had been an actual life, you would have recieved further instructions on where to go and what to do.

Actually, I'm just experimenting with this scheduled post function. You see, FarmWife and I had talked about leaving Jasper Jules in charge of Brays Of Our Lives for a day or two this summer and I'm getting the jitters just thinking about it. He's a good goat, but not mulishly clever at this writing business. Trying to find an automated alternative to leaving my precious online friends in the hands of that cloven-hooved clutz, endearing though he may be! If I'm not careful, he may just break the internet while I'm off camping.

I'm posting this on Friday night, after my evening roll and before my evening hay. If it shows up online in the morning, then we're golden! 

Fenway