Today was some kind of holiday. Who cares? It was a day off work.
(Well, sort of.)
You see, the cows still have to be milked, regardless of which ever famous president is having a birthday today. Regardless of whether the stock market is closed, the livestock still need tending.
And so I took pleasure in accompanying the milk man on his run to the dairy to visit my 20th part share of Cow #212, and be of some (dubious) assistance in bringing home the goods to a list of customers, eagerly awaiting delivery of this week's nectar of the gods.
Yes, we are peddlers of raw milk. Real. And. Wholesome.