The best thing about today could have been sleeping in. The best thing about today could have been about last night, camping out on an air mattress in the living room for no reason in particular. It could have been that it was an off day, a three-day weekend, and prior to a four-day workweek. (That’s a solid contender, no doubt.)
The best thing could have been a hot lunch date, a truly hot lunch date because the restaurant lost its air conditioning last week. On a normal day the best thing could have been the groceries we picked up, or that my car cranked dependably after I replaced the battery this weekend. Those are all good things.
The best thing could be that I made a bunch of slides for an upcoming class. The best thing might have been that I watched football, and I’m talking about that in class tomorrow. The best thing could have been any number of those regular things, or the dozens of tiny things that really make up the details of any of our days.
The best thing could have been some of the text messages I received, or an email that came in late, or the fish we had for dinner.
But, in fact, the best thing was sitting in the recliner, trying to decide what to do about lunch. The Yankee set me up for a joke, and she started laughing at it before I’d even really finished formulating the punchline, because she knew what it was going to be.
That was the best thing.
