In which you just have to laugh

Okay, I know today is supposed to be a deadly sin day, but we'll save the sin for tomorrow and instead laugh about what a fiasco my "perfect day" was. It started with the pup deciding to get up every two hours because of tummy troubles--yes, I know the euphemism is twee, but believe me, it's better than the unvarnished truth. Anyway, the dog had us up at midnight, two, four, six, and seven. By the time we staggered out of bed, neither one of us was sure which way was up.

Instead of a leisurely morning, we attacked some projects on the property that needed attending to. (My daughter refers to anything that requires work gloves as Redneck Belle behavior.) We cleaned up and DID have a very nice birthday lunch for my father with far too much Italian food. I also wrote my quota and was very pleased with it, and this was followed by a birthday tea party, then more property work, dog walking, Mediterranean snacking for supper, and finally some Emmy action with popcorn. So, while I managed a few of the elements I wanted for Sunday, at least half of what I did was nowhere on the list--I had NO intention of laboring physically, I promise! I also managed a few loads of laundry in there and finished skimming three books, so it was a productive day.

I suppose the larger lesson is that as much as you can envision a perfect day, life intervenes, and the trick to salvaging a very good day is just to roll with it. And in all it was indeed a very good day.