Dear Farmer has one of THOSE days...

It's one of THOSE days...you know the ones...nothing goes right and everything you planned becomes nothing that you planned...THOSE days.
It started with needing to catch chickens to go to butcher at 4am.  Just what everyone wants to do at 4am...and Dear Farmer can do it, if he wakes up at 3am and drinks a pot of coffee first.  He feels that prepares him adequately to bundle up on a frosty morning and pluck still roosting(ie sleeping) chickens off their roosts and into crates to be transported to the butcher.  Then, after an hour of chicken catching and being pooped on...he gets to come inside and drink another pot of coffee, then go out to do chores.  This is where things turned bad...while drinking the pot of coffee a farmhand jogged inside to let Dear Farmer know that we were nearly out of chicken feed.  Dear Farmer popped onto the phone with the feed supplier (because everyone in the farming world is up and moving by 5am--except for Dear Farmer's Wife), who was also drinking coffee.  The feed supplier informed Dear Farmer that their delivery truck was broken.  How to get feed???  Well, after chores the plan was to move hay from the storage where the large hay fields are to the fields where the cows winter.  This can be an all day process...it wasn't going to be now.  Now, Dear Farmer also had to drive down two-and-a-half hours to get chicken feed, drive back two-and-a-half hours to bring it home, and unload it all.  And so, Dear Farmer suited up, and away he went.  Loading hay for transport went smoothly, but took longer than expected.  Brought hay back and unloaded all the hay-smoothly, but longer than expected.  Loaded up for chicken-feed run, and took off with the Keeper of the Flame to pick up feed.  En Route the two major roads (both toll) were under construction.  Ergh, crawling through and already running later than expected was not in the plan!  Then he got off on the wrong exit, and had to figure out where he was...Dear Farmer, is not techno-savvy, GPS isn't even an option...so he had to drive twenty minutes out of the way, to figure out where he was, to go around a block, and get in the right direction again...finally making it to the feed supplier-and found out he had forgotten the bags to dump feed into back at home.  Thankfully the feed supplier scrounged up enough bags and loaded up Dear Farmer for the return trip back home.  Dear Farmer tried to pull out the day from the pits and met up with Fabulous Uncle for dinner (late) and drove home (later) and made it in the driveway by 10pm.  While  in bed that night he was moaning about his rear-end being in real pain...found out he had been sitting on a roll of electrical tape for his 16 hours driving vehicles all day.  It was really one of THOSE days, but he made it through in one piece, not wanting to do it again anytime soon.