I stopped at a bookstore this afternoon and was greeted inside the door by a hound dog who spent a half hour smelling my legs. I imagine it isn’t every day that someone walks in wearing the same pants worn earlier to milk a cow, feed sheep, and collect eggs. He was so happy that finally he rubbed his back against me the way my childhood basset hound would grin while rolling in rotten fish at the beach. I smelled that good, I guess.
Even with all the attention I was able to find a datebook and there is nothing like a new blank book to make things feel as if they are at the beginning.
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My fortune said that the life changes I had worked hard to set in motion were going to be a success in future and that I was to watch.