Well, Jenn is better and worse at the same time.  She's still too tippy to manage a tray, but the physical therapy guys have her walking some times. They keep trying to manage the medicine and it keeps changing.  Sometimes everything seems to hurt too much. She says she sure would like our menu instead of theirs.

Otherwise the guys at the cafe are coming in covered in bean dust wanting something to eat that doesn't taste like the inside of a combine.  Some of them have been broken down and it all tastes like the inside of a combine. It's all going fast here and some places they're going right to the corn fields. So far the weather has been holding but it looks like rain.  The big combines and trucks just keep rolling to the elevator.  Outside it's piling up on the ground when the elevators run out of space. All the noise and lights at night are driving the deer out onto the roads and that's not safe for deer or people.  The guys would like trophies but not on the hood of the truck by accident.