It’s too hard to be indoors on days like this when the birds flying tree to tree and the sun is shining, the grass is greening, the dandelions are springing up. Out into the throbbing alive yard, across the field. A short walk, and then I am at the rake, happily, and clearing needles and leaves. My youngest comes home, feeling unwell from the effects of her second Covid shot, so she gets some much needed TLC. It’s a day of the doors to the house onto the deck being thrown open, and everyone in and out, a lively, distracting day. And then, the relief of the verdict in the late afternoon. I had left a tv in the kitchen on mute and checked and checked again, trusting a quick verdict would come today, and it did. Derek Chauvin found guilty of killing George Floyd on all counts. A white policeman held accountable for his murderous treatment of George Floyd. George Floyd should still be alive, and he’s not. Derek Chauvin should be in jail, and he is.