A Perfect Sort of Day

Reader Contribution by Jill Clingan
Published on April 13, 2015
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Yesterday was the perfect sort of day. It was a Saturday with no place to go and no people to see, which, for this introvert living on five acres on a gravel road, is pretty much the definition of paradise. 

My wonderful husband made me an omelet for breakfast, which he does every day, actually, but yesterday I could eat my eggs and veggies, sip my bulletproof coffee, and linger over a leisurely breakfast, which was a perfectly lovely way to start my day. 

Every three hours or so I hung out for a bit with Fluffy, our tiny and cute and perky scissor-beaked chick. I sat with her on the bathroom floor, and she ate her moistened food while I wrote or journaled or read (or, admittedly, scrolled through my Facebook and Instagram feeds). If I got too wrapped up in what I was doing and missed her cues to add more water to her food, she just started flinging it on me. That got my attention rather quickly.

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