:) I'm in the southernmost tip of Maine.  An ity bitty town that is half in New Hampshire and half in Maine.  I went grocery shopping last night, no Stephen King tough...It would be cool to meet him he is quite the philanthropist and donates money to local schools for their extracurricular activities. I benefited from some of his donations in highschool- so i think he's a pretty cool guy, even if his books are too scary for me to read.  ^-^ I have not made soup yet. I want to though. I'm kinda scared to cook at my house cause my dad has been living there as a bachelor for too long and it needs a good cleaning. I started in on it but it will be a few more days 'till its a place I can cook in. As for rescuing chickens...erm... I dunno...my dads dog killed the last hen I had in Maine, so I'm reluctant to get more...BUT yesterday i was in the Library (which is NOT arranged by Dewey Decimal system!!!!  :o ) and the two librarians happened to be talking about chickens. One was saying she was gonna order baby chicks to be shipped to her because none of hers are broody. I piped up...couldn't help myself. told her that "shipping was really traumatic to chicks and would probally ruin them as brooders anyways...to defiantly look for a local chicken..." I dunno. They were friendly and fascinated with my chicken tales...but something tells me chickens equal commodity to them.  :( Maybe this would be the perfect place for my chicken rescue. But my stay here might not be too long depending on the internships. i don't think I should rescue more chickens until I get that settled...