I was really revving myself up to get angry to break the sign and tug at the chain and look at the fence to see if there were weaknesses I could break.
Instead I told the worker about the joy of being able to walk down to the lake.
I meditated for 17 minutes. I heard a bird, and I opened my BirdNET app and found out it was a red winged blackbird, from the passerine family.
So many projects, I was going to read all of Thoreau's essays. And I see I've only read one. Next one is The Service, which wasn't published by Dial.
I listened to the essay. It's so complicated, and doesn't flow easily. He's a contrarian, who sought the military model when others are pacifists.
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