The kind where nothing is pressing? No worries. No deadline pressure. The house doesnt’ need much tending, the kids are away. The laundry in the dryer can wait.

The sun is shining bright and warm. The dog is bathed and clean, and there are still three hours left in the afternoon.

In the distance is the sound of a mower, and if you close your eyes and breathe deep, you can smell the cuttings. Then conjure up a pleasant memory of your dad laboring behind the old red push mower, sweat dripping from his nose.

A day when there’s not enough extra money to buy a new book or get a pedicure, but enough to buy a soda down at McDonalds. And that’s all you need to feel like a million bucks.

A day when a simple drive along the beach, or country road would log it as one of the best days ever.

Ever have one of those days?

I am.