The Good Old Days

Today, I feel will be a good day. It's 10 am I've been up for about an hour and am still in PJ's, mom's bossing around, cooking and cleaning and trying to get everyone to get a bath. There's a family gathering this evening, which means something to look forward to and a good reason not to stuff ourselves at lunchtime. I have little else to do but await my turn to bathe. There is an atmosphere of relaxed productivity around, no (moral) obligation to do anything but all the time to do it, should one want to. And in my heart I know, ten years or even five years from now, busy with deadlines stressed with work and expecting a first child I'll be thinking back of days like today and call them 'The Good Old Days'. Life, for once, is good.