Janel's Place

I believe it was rectal palpation attempt 6-7 when I was leaning on my cow, left arm in up to the shoulder, too tired to feel around for the cervix amongst the mush but hoping to make another try with a 20 second break, right arm leaning on the cow on the right, chin on my cow, staring down the cow line at 50 more cows with students involved in various states of usefulness, noting that I was actually covered in dairy cow feces from head to toe on the left side and using the clean-looking spot on my right forearm to wipe my stuffed up nose, when the cow on the right projected another steady-stream of the semi-solid green slop called normal dairy cow feces at about the same time my own cow decided to send some more squishing out around my arm, and I began to laugh in absolute joy and contentment. Somewhere people are fighting about religion, somewhere people are worrying about politics, somewhere people are excited about getting married, somewhere people are making really important decisions, somewhere people are taking the day off... but I, Janel, am completely happy covered in cow dung. Go figure! To top it off, somewhere near the last cow in barn number 3 I finally recognized the ovaries.