One of those days

Yesterday was a day that just worked. I had a list of things that needed to be done and they all got done. None of the items daunted me, to be fair, but it's still a good feeling to look at that list and see everything checked off.

Before noon, I had gone to the gym and burned 350 calories, traveling 3.5 miles without actually going anywhere, interviewed a new client, loaded six bags of old clothes into the van to drop off at Goodwill, and done a few loads of laundry, and the children had cleaned their rooms and the playroom. By five, the family had gone to midtown to purchase a gift, sell some books at Burke's ($30 store credit! Sweet!), picked up the Sunday School curriculum I would need to teach Sunday School the following day, purchased a few groceries for the evening's dinner with friends, bought the WD-40 I'd been meaning to buy for, um, six months, and picked up my prescription, all without whining or gnashing of teeth.

And by six, all our hinges were silent, once Susie noticed what I was doing (I only sprayed the front and side doors, which were quite noisy, but she grabbed the bull by the horns and de-squeaked every other door hinge in the house), the salad was made, bread sliced, and friends had arrived with food (he's a former chef), a board game for the adults, and their son to entertain the children.

Yes, it's nice when it all works. When the house is clean and the laundry's done and the food is good and the company is just as good, with laughter and conversation and nothing to worry about.

Today stretches ahead of me, with another list of tasks to accomplish. While the agenda doesn't include another game night with friends, I can still aim to make this another one of those days, a day in which things get done with grace and laughter. The upcoming week looms, and I want to make the weekend count.