Emotion
I was so mad at the wind, which obviously cared. My calf watched me rescue a diagram from the fence like I'd planned entertainment. Honestly, I started laughing when I saw the hoofprint on page two.
Mind
Biology folder stays zipped near the barn now. I recopied the muddy labels, not the whole page, and still had time for clarinet. The drawing actually looks better without the giant title I spent ages on.
Body
The bucket handle was cold this morning. After school it was warm enough for short sleeves, until I ran across the yard chasing my notes. One sock got properly wet. The other remained annoyingly perfect.