Cow comfort

Beef cattle. I'm flirting with the idea of leaving all this for a quieter job in a quieter place on a little cattle farm. Just taking it easy with my beeves (yes, that is a word). Waiting eagerly for it to be cold enough outside to see the cows' 101.5 degree breath. There'd be an unbelievable rush of self-sufficient ruggedness the first time you witnessed that, I'm convinced of it.

Especially if you were leaning against a corral post wearing your barn jacket that'd never been washed. Turns out, you should never wash your barn jacket. The cows are more comfortable with you if it's caked in your sweat, cow urine, birthing fluids, etc.

Today's rule: attempt to cultivate friends and acquaintances that care as little about your fashion acumen as the beeves.