Watered the roses. Watched cardinals and lovely house finches at the feeders. Cuddled the cats and just finished up a pot of Scottish Breakfast blend tea and a pipe while listening to Billy Strings. Life is fundamentally good.
Nothing says love like shoveling shit.Well I had to shovel out the septic drain and fix the electric fence for the cows. And contrary to what my wife says her shit doesn't smell like roses