I awoke this morning and inhaled a lungful of the sweetest, most floral air I’ve tasted in some time. The sky was lightening up in the east and the birds were already warming up for their concerto. The coffee tasted good and the floorboards were cool and smooth beneath my feet, and I wasn’t too, too achey or groany, so it was starting off to be a decent late May Wednesday. Then I made the mistake of checking the local news. The governor of my state has issued a mandate that all of his cattle must henceforth. wear a face mask while in public. My own voice blended with the…