perfection?

This afternoon E asked me if I've ever had a perfectly wonderful day or a completely awful day. I suppose I've had my even share of each, just like everyone else living on this planet. I said in reply:

"Just about every day is perfectly wonderful to me." And I meant it.

As I sit at my computer tonite feeling droswy, but not yet quite willing to call it a day, I can look back at all that this day has brought: a relaxing morning after the kids left for summer school where I got much accomplished around the house and had some QT with Ellycat, my delight at the kiddoes' return from school at lunchtime, my appointment with the optomotrist where I chose some pretty funky new glasses, two hours of swimming laps while the kids were in swim practice and remembering the strength of my former swim-team self, a simple dinner with the whole family, a quick jaunt to the garden to water and to visit with friends, a few hours after the kids were in bed to unwind with a recently arrived netflick, a drowsy John waiting for me to retire to bed with him.

Hmmmm....perfectly perfect, in my opinion. :)