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the thing about waking up at 5:30 is that when something scratching at the wall of your yurt wakes you up at 3:30 and keeps going intermittently for 45 minutes so you’re awake over an hour, then when it’s 4:30 you’re like, well, I’m going to be up in an hour anyway, and you realize you’ve just screwed your whole night’s sleep.
Tomorrow’s a day off– it’s the only day of the week nobody works on the farm, but that doesn’t count the entire category of “Chores”, which are the animal-related tasks which of course have no days off because animals are alive whether it’s your day off or not, so they need food and water and their fences maintained (pigs to keep them in, chickens to keep everything else out), and then while you’re there you might as well mend that broken thing and fix that other thing that’s falling off and before you know it, Chores have taken you two hours.
And they do a rota, so that everybody has one weekend they’re on, but some of the tasks really do take two people, so even though it’s Farm Manager’s weekend, he’s needed nearly an hour a day from at least one other person.
Anyway. You’d think, by the way, I’d be in amazing shape, since we basically only eat home-cooked vegetables stir-fried with occasional chicken, and it’s an enormous amount of physical activity every day, but would you believe I’ve gained two or three inches of fat around my middle and my two pairs of pants don’t want to zip properly? It hardly seems fair, but that’s my body for you– it always finds a way to get bigger. At this point only the truly stupid ever reiterate “just cut calories!” at me, because honey if that worked.
the thing about waking up at 5:30 is that when something scratching at the wall of your yurt wakes you up at 3:30 and keeps going intermittently for 45 minutes so you’re awake over an hour, then when it’s 4:30 you’re like, well, I’m going to be up in an hour anyway, and you realize you’ve just screwed your whole night’s sleep.
Tomorrow’s a day off– it’s the only day of the week nobody works on the farm, but that doesn’t count the entire category of “Chores”, which are the animal-related tasks which of course have no days off because animals are alive whether it’s your day off or not, so they need food and water and their fences maintained (pigs to keep them in, chickens to keep everything else out), and then while you’re there you might as well mend that broken thing and fix that other thing that’s falling off and before you know it, Chores have taken you two hours.
And they do a rota, so that everybody has one weekend they’re on, but some of the tasks really do take two people, so even though it’s Farm Manager’s weekend, he’s needed nearly an hour a day from at least one other person.
Anyway. You’d think, by the way, I’d be in amazing shape, since we basically only eat home-cooked vegetables stir-fried with occasional chicken, and it’s an enormous amount of physical activity every day, but would you believe I’ve gained two or three inches of fat around my middle and my two pairs of pants don’t want to zip properly? It hardly seems fair, but that’s my body for you– it always finds a way to get bigger. At this point only the truly stupid ever reiterate “just cut calories!” at me, because honey if that worked.
