Friday, February 25, 2011
One of my milk customers came to pick up her week's supply yesterday, accompanied by her three-year-old daughter, whom I adore. Sarah told me she is in the practice at bedtime of asking her daughter what had made it a good day, and last week the answer had been, "Going to [Bo's]." I can't express how good that made me feel. It's a gift when children and animals trust you.
So far, so good with the power and the satellites. Fingers crossed! (And I didn't get a glass of wine.)