Tuesday, November 06, 2012
One Perfect Day
I woke up later than my usual hour. The sun shone bright outside the window, bright but not hot. A steady breeze persisted throughout, not too strong, just light enough to be cool and refreshing.
I had breakfast, puttered around a bit, then got set to leave for work.
"What's on your schedule today?" I asked my normally busy wife. As a baker, she meets with clients in the early part of the week and works very late hours towards the weekend.
"Nothing, surprisingly," she said. "I'm free today."
I had my shirt halfway on. School doesn't officially start till tomorrow, but I thought about the deadlines and paperwork at the office. Then I looked outside and heard the rustle of the wind against the grass.
"You know what?" I said. "I'm not going to go to work this morning. Let's go to the beach.
And that's just what happened. The way I figure it, perfect days like this don't come around too often. It's a crime to let it pass in an office, never mind the deadlines and the paper work.
This being a workday and all, I did report to the office in the afternoon. I don't think they really missed me at all. So it was just as well I spent this One Perfect Day with my wife at the beach.