Clams

Arriving home from a morning ride along the lake and up through some ne'r before explored (at least by yours truly) paths along the Humber, I stopped off to grab a coffee, the paper and the new issue of Vanity Fair.

As I hatched my plan to while a few hours away on my balcony, which after a mini-makeover has become my new favourite room, I thought to myself, "...happy as a clam".

And promptly wondered, what makes clams so happy?

I googled the answer and it now makes a bit more sense.

I thought about explaining it here but realized that those still indulging my 2stepping a) might already know the answer, b) will research it on their own if they are that curious or c) are content to let clams be happy for no other reason than they can be, and recognize that sometimes it's nice to not question the why.