We cleaned part of the garage today. Put up shelves, threw stuff out, made new room for more stuff. A chore, sure, but it was a pleasant day.
Oh, and it was our anniversary. Thirty-two years ago Donna and I went on our first date. We saw 2001: A Space Odyssey (which she had never seen before) and ate Chinese (which was new to her). At the end of the evening, she agreed to go out with me again. Little did she know. Or me, for that matter.
More about that later.
