Saturday, July 17, 2021
(I wonder how many milk farmers have typed Dear Dairy? That’s kinda random, Darrel…)
It’s 7.10 am. I’m awake because the kids are awake — and they don’t do less than three-quarters volume — ever.
I immediately feel The Guilt returning. I hear the taunting voice of the internal Super Entrepreneur, accusingly yelling in my…