* I begin a chore that I have been dreading but it goes well and two hours later I am drenched in sweat ready to haul away trash.
* The day clears so in the late afternoon I can hang out sheets.
* When I pick up the mail cattle walk in a line parallel towards the fence that divides us. It is as though they are combing for clues in a mystery-except they are munching grass as they walk. I cannot decide which color of fur I like. (Do cattle have fur?)