It's a perfect day, in Southern Alberta, to wash and tune a bicycle. It's a perfect day to spend a portion of it in a garage, tuning and cleaning bicycles with my son. To make some pickled eggs from a recipe found on the internet. To sit and play with my daughters for a spell. A perfect day for a short haircut.
It's a perfect day to sit and listen to my wife play the piano, in the sun, leaning on a pillow. To have a cup of hot chai tea.
A perfect day.
What would make this day even, uh, MORE perfect? Some obscure news item, detailing how Michal Jackson and Britney Spears have decided to wed. Or how a room full of monkeys just re-wrote 'War and Peace' - and made it more interesting.
You know. Stuff like that.
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