Limbo

I got an email form my dad pointing out I hadn't posted since September 19. The guy you're in with gets diagnosed with stage 3 colon cancer and things go all to hell. I've never had more to do and never felt less like doing it.
We are finally getting some rain. Which means it's muddy. Sheep hate mud, and so do I. Markets have dried up. Feed is high and they're running through it faster than ever- no grass. No good way to feed hay. I've got some marginal ewes that I think will go the yard next week. I already cut 10%. I need to send another 10, maybe 20%.
I need a raised portable hay feeder. Found one on craigslist, about 3 hrs away. $1500 and a half day to go get it. I need to preg check, maybe able to cull a few on the basis of being open. $7 a head and a half day to pull blood, I'm hoping I can get it done next week when I castrate the lambs. I saw a 10 wk old ram breeding a ewe two weeks ago. That'll really screw with a breeding program.
New truck has a weird heater core plug, looks like a stereo jack. ??? So I can't get it to start- diesels rely on compression to fire, and if the fuel is too cold it just won't.
Add in the holidays- cookies to bake for the temple carnival, church cookie baskets and preschool classes, attending said events, oh yeah, and remain cheerful the whole time because it's the holidays, hooray!
It spit freezing rain all afternoon. We'll see what I get accomplished next week.