This morning’s storetrip seemed especially easy. I wonder why? Oh. School is out for the summer so traffic is light.
Instantly ‘His Yoke is Easy and his Burthen is Light’ dropped on the turntable of my mental jukebox and played all the way through. I haven’t heard or thought about that piece in at least 30 years. Like a thousand other songs, it’s been sitting there in the rack waiting for the right buttons to be pushed.
Polistra's Mill 