Some days are just perfect

When the whole day's in the seventies and you can jump into a convertible and feel the sun on your skin and the wind sweeping past and roaring in your ears. When you can drive through forest and mountains and beyond into rolling desert hills broken by the ancient scars of deep canyons and river gorges, watching the world unfold endless around you. When no matter how far you go or where you stop, you can never run out of things to see. When you can come home and wash off the sunscreen and soak in the bath with a drink and a good book.

Sadly, it's a bit broken now by the fact that it's my turn to cook, but it's still been a damn good day :-)