A Good Day

Woke up before the alarm. Made coffee and drank it while it was still hot, which almost never happens.

Walked to the farmers market and bought peaches that were actually ripe. Ate one on the way home and got juice on my sleeve and didn’t care.

Called my grandmother. She told me the same story about the dance hall she always tells, and I let her tell it all the way to the end.

Nothing big happened. That was the good part.