A Perfect Day

Today was a perfect day. Jill had swimming bright and early, but Allen drove her. Translation: I slept in. I watched conference, did a little baking, managed to make meals before people around here were on death's door (it happens suddenly and without warning), finished my book and went to Storybook Theatre with Peirce. I don't know how it could get any better!

I kind of feel like Chico feels: 

Bliss!!