Yesterday began early. We were moving boxes at 7:30—hang-up clothes from the storage unit to my sister-in-law’s place—so we can get to them more easily.

Then Charlotte was off to yoga while I made my first visit to the house site. After that, I had calls to make—cancel all the utilities for next week, and talks with the builder and a couple of subs.

Then, I drove to Hidden Falls to hike the canyon road. Had a good visit with Byron and Jared at the corrals. Didn’t get started down until 11:15 and was too hot to go as long as usual. But enjoyed every minute. HFR is always good for body and soul.

Spent the afternoon and evening putting out fires—chores for our rent properties, finding a new hot tub mover—the first backed out on me and it has to go before house closing on Tuesday.

Ate dinner at Leal’s (the #4 and a side of Hatch queso), visited Jon’s fam on the way home, cleaned out the utility room, and didn’t get to bed (well, it’s not exactly a bed; is it) until after 10:00. Too tired to write this blog.

Now, I’m smiling as I do. Because I loved every part of yesterday. Call it the joy effect. It’s something I knew as a child, lost sight of as a young adult and rediscovered in my 40s.

If you love what you do, you’ll do what you love, and you’ll do it with a smile.