A Good Day, Spoiled

As my wife said good night and went upstairs to bed she said “this was a good day.” It was. Up to a point.

There were no tussles with technology. I had two recall items taken care of at my car dealership. She had a good workout at her exercise class. I had a pleasant morning with coffee and the paper.

The afternoon was quiet. But the Yankees blew the evening and the game, losing 5-4 to Detroit.

Good night.