Sometimes it works.
You remember to set up the coffee the night before, so in the morning all you have to do is press a button.
You bought frozen hash browns during the weekend food shop, and feel smugly virtuous as you serve your children something other than cereal on a school morning.
You remember what day it is and who is going where. You remembered to write the check, sign the permission slip, sew on the button, buy rinse aid, re-stock toilet paper.
You find a moment to write, to weed, to walk through your gardens.
The laundry is not only folded, but put away.
Things are where they are supposed to be.
You have time.
Your family is relaxed. Your stomach is calm.
You have game.
It all works.
And from two potatoes, two onions and a bag of frozen corn, you make soup. You whip up a box of Trader Joe's Birds' Nests. For kicks, you assemble a salsa of halved cherry tomatoes, black beans, cilantro, red onion and more corn.
And everyone eats it.
I love days like these.
