My day?

I slept in.  I fit everything except for the bikes in the porch closet, with room to spare.  Just not enough for the bikes.  I trimmed all the vines back from the plants in the back yard.  I exercised.  I did my ironing.  And I’ve watched several hours of NCIS.

My evening?

We’re going on a date to a fancy restaurant.  I can’t remember the last time we went somewhere expensive.  And we’re going for a walk on the beach.

Can’t think of how it could have been better.