My in-laws took all three girls to Arizona. Wait, let me rephrase that. My father-in-law drove from Idaho to Arizona with all three girls by himself. He's crazy and it sounds to me like the kids were in about the same boat by the time they got there. But they're all gone. And I'm not entirely sure when they're coming back. So "What to do?" is my mantra. Not really--I worked all day (until after 8 pm) on Thursday and worked Friday. And (can you guess it?) worked Saturday morning. I tell you what, it's a good thing I like Dr. Burr or we'd be in a lot of trouble. Last evening we went up to the ranch to check bear bait. Nada. This morning we saddled up the horses (doesn't it sound like I'm a cowgirl? I even wore my boots!) and checked the cows. My sits bones hurt. We found 1 dead steer. Don't have a clue what got him. I didn't fall off the horse this time and he was pretty good about listening to where I wanted him to go. M...