Perfumed with sugar, the air outside a bakery is sticky like frosting. Each deep breath at the diner carries the day's orders of bacon and eggs that stick to clothing like stains.

A quick trip around my house to hunt for the rake smells like dog shit that is so intense it feels like someone yelling.

No words today, but at least Lily has started adding her part to the outdoor pen, rather than the basement floor. Thanks girly.