Woke up, rolled over and kissed her. Ooops - wait, that was the wife...
Usual early morming inspection for flying fox shit. Found some, quick wash and dry. Dropped kid off at school, cranked stereo and then lane-filtered peak hour traffic into town like I was riding a ZX-10 so I arrived at work with a good mindset.
Finished work and drove to school in a much more sedate fashion. Picked up kid. She wound down her window and demanded I "make it pop!" once we had vacated the school zone. I did. We both smiled.
Got her home and commenced afternoon inspection, cleared away some contaminants. Cracked beer and stared at her in the driveway for a bit. Did some chores, then out for another stare while the sun set to watch the colour change with the light. Wished she was Clean Slate for a bit then put her to bed. And here we are...