Today was a good day.

It was strange, driving my father-in-law’s car to work, but interesting. When I was 20, I’d wanted that car more than anything else in the world.

Now at 40, I missed my sensible Prius, feeling much too close to the ground in the sporty red Miata.

Work was smooth, with no major hiccups, allowing me to get to my two o’clock meeting with time to almost finish my paperwork first.

Of course, I gave myself more work to do, as that seems to be the way I like to do things, but it was work I could enjoy, so it felt doable and good.

And then we picked up my Prius, and I said hi, thanking Misha (that’s his name) for his years of service as we went to celebrate a birthday supper for our new six year old.

We were the rowdy bunch at the Denny’s, but business was slow and only a few people were there to experience the full majesty of how loud my kids can get.

We said a happy birthday goodnight to grandma and grandpa, then went to bed. A good day had by all, with relief the birthday celebrations are over again for awhile.