I had about as good a day as anyone is allowed to have. Of course this pretty much depends on what you want and what your interests are. In my old age, I have begun taking to sitting in silence, not quite meditating but just enjoying the silence and solitude very much.
The day started with a late rising. 8:30. A quick shower and a trip to Starbucks for the elixir of the body and mind: coffee and the Sunday New York Times. I sat there and read most of the paper.
I went book shopping, bought nothing. I went grocery shopping, bought a lot. I roamed the landscape of Blacksburg and I went to Boudreaux's for brunch, a wise choice.
I returned to the rental and I read, all afternoon. Sat in the crisp sunshine on the deck and I read and read.
As a side note, if you ever get a chance to read Calvin Trillin's celebratory essay of his wife's life, do it. It is no longer than an extended essay but it is so very touching and oh so very Trillin. This is what love is about. This is one of the many ways that an ideal relationship should be.
It has been a while since I spent an afternoon doing nothing but read. It was enjoyable, surrounded by silence and the sounds of the outdoors. The sun was warm enough to keep me warm while there were enough crispness to the fall day to keep the autumnal smells and distinction fresh in my mind. It was a very good day.
