One of the Better Days
Saturday was a really, really great day.
It started last night on my way home from the gym. I watched as the thick layer of gray clouds that had been blanketing the city for the last 13 weeks were pushed away by some high-elevation winds, leaving behind clear skies.
Clear skies that welcomed today's sunshine with open arms and sweet cheek kisses. I feel like I haven't seen the sunshine in weeks, and today I got to play in it for a little bit.
My birthday is on Monday, and Steve is such a child that he couldn't wait until then for me to open my present. Once I opened my package and re-wrapped the paper around one of Lacey's toys to torture her, there was a few moments of, "That's sweet, babe. But what the hell is it?"
Then we did some errands for some supplemental items to my birthday present and I was able to set everything up in the living room.
I immediately put Lacey into it to test it, because that's what I do with lightboxes. My rule for any item I have is that if I can't use it to torture my dog, then what is even the point in owning it? Torturing the dog is the one thing that has and will always bring me joy.
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Steve whined about how bright my four 500-watt flood lights were, but I don't care. It is awesome. You can see my living room from space. All of the light also kept Lacey warm an toasty, by which I mean Unlikely To Jump From The Lightbox Tearing Holes In Its Precious Sides.
I barely had time to get the dog out of the box before Steve took me out for Secret Dinner Reservations, and I left my take-home box of prawns on the table like I always do. Someone else (*cough*Steve*cough*) should be in charge of getting the leftovers home. Then we appreciated the stars and the city lights and each other from the bluff behind the airport before heading home.
It was a really good day, better than the days I've been having lately. Here's to more of the same.