You would think that a day that begins with walking face-on into a glass sliding door and the absence of a Target ad in the Sunday paper has little chance of redemption but you would be wrong. Lunch at the Cheesecake Factory and acting as personal shopper to friends in need helped take the edge off the morning. Taco dinner accompanied by Northanger Abbey, a dog at my feet, and a husband beside me created a satisfying end to an off-start of a day.
Chris says it's a good thing I don't weigh more or I probably would have gone right through the glass instead of bouncing off. We're leaving that door open from now on.