I'm reminded of this Robert Creeley poem:
One day after another.
They all fit.
My ride yesterday was long, but I met some very strong, stoic women who made the unexpected 61 miles of a 52-mile ride in the southeast bay area a delight.
When I got home I found 45 snails in a container on my front porch. Barbara got my message asking if I could hunt them in her yard - and she was only too happy to provide me with more than ol' Hercules can possibly eat. I put the open container out there last night. Today, I don't see snails migrating anywhere else - yet. I hope they stay in my little yard. I did see Herc sunning himself and I think he will soon be a fat box turtle.
Barbara also left me some jelly beans, which didn't last long. I can never eat just one or two, and cycling shorts do show it all! Too bad.