h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

It's odd how much pleasure can be derived from a simple, beautiful day. It is equally odd how much I tend to ignore it. Being somewhat of a hermetic bat, I spend most days inside with the lights off, my computer screen or a small desk lamp, or just my own dark-adjusted eyes (until I open the fridge, of course) the only light I need. Then a day like today comes and it's just so beautiful, I have to be outside.
Actually, I would have been more likely to growl at the sun for being so sunny and stayed inside all the more because of it, but I had a 1-year-old to play with today (a friend's grandson), and he loves the outdoors. We spent much of the day on blankets under the big, unbrellaing oak tree in the front yard, he chewing on a toy phone, and me reading, or just staring up through the branches into the cloudless sky. (And yes, even when I'm outside, I do indoor things, like reading. But it was Canterbury Tales!) The temperature was just perfect. I wasn't sweating, nor was I shivering. I was perfectly contented, apart from when the dog would run over my book, or over me, or grab one of Caleb's toys and run off with it. (My bubelah's not a very nice dog. Although I think that today, he just wanted attention. But we are planning to get him neutered. He's a damn menace to society.)
After Rachel came to pick her son up, I read a little longer, all alone in the yard. There's something just so nice about being all alone, especially now after spending 9 months without a moment alone (though this was semi-voluntary). After a while, we built a fire and made corn on the cob and sausages (like brats, only made out of chicken and artichokes - very nice and quite good for you), and ate them on the upper back patio. We used the fire to burn tentworms afterward. (I hate those things with a passion. It may just be that they build webs like a spider [usually I like worms and caterpillars and things], but they are just so disgusting. It's a little scary, really, how morbidly fascinated I am with watching them burn. They wriggle around for a while, then hang upside-down from the branch, dead. They ever fall off, which I find odd. Anyway, end tangent.)
And now that it's cold, I'm siting on my bed checking my messages. It really has been just a lovely day.

What a lovely description of your day. Solitude can be bliss

Ahh simple joys. Im Happy for you. : )
Those are good days, and everyone deserves one
atleast once in a while.