Distracted by a day filled with scenes of no connections, I can’t pick just one to write about. Morning was waking with my sister’s Staffordshire terrier’s solid round bottom tucked into my armpit; then a run to the place nearby where she keeps her horse, a tall and beautiful Thoroughbred jumper named “Roby.” She fed and watered the animals. I took photos. Around the horses, filling feed buckets and forking up piles of manure, she’s happy as a child. Later, breakfast and shopping in brown Santa Fe, then home to cook her favorite meal, chicken fried steak, for her birthday.