Our day begins and ends with manure; there is a lot of it, and Maria has decided to reduce the pile and spread it over our pastures.  She loves doing physical chores; bless her. It works; our grass is taller and greener than ever. I went to the Pantry early this morning to see cereal boxes pouring in from the Army of Good—photos to come. Sarah is pleased.

Maria picked some chives for us to eat and for me to photograph.

I’m going back there after lunch when the food truck arrives. This afternoon, I go to Saratoga for my annual heart check-up, which always makes me nervous. It sometimes feels that the more you get checked, the more things they can find. I suggest not testing for a while. I want a rest, and I’m considering at age 76 just how many doctors I want to see every week. I need some time off from me.

I’m going to die from something, and I don’t want that to be the focal point of my busy life.

I’ve got a Zoom meeting at 10:30 to prepare my computer for having its hard drive replaced the first week in June. Yoiks. More later.