I love most things. I love the smell of dog poop as it lingers on the fresh morning dew. I love the feeling as the dentist does a root canal on me and hits nerves he didn’t freeze. I love the smell of the septic truck as it boards the ferry. I love the memories of going for evening walks through fields and valleys and seeing bits of the sky through the clouds of mosquitos and black flies.
I love when an animal bites me and I have to get a rabies shot, and I love those crazy times when my roof leaks in the middle of the night.