These days, it doesn’t take very much to put me in the mood to count sheep.
The labels on a couple of my prescriptions tell me it’s not smart to operate farm machinery since these medications “may induce drowsiness.”
Guess what? That ain’t a big deal to me anymore.
At this stage of my life, I make it a point to stay away from hay combines or anything with John Deere written on the side of it.
In fact, I don’t have any intentions of messing with a garden hoe, much less a merry tiller.