Ordinary Day
After five days of rain the sun has come out. 
Viggo and I head to the feed store. We are running low on a few things but I mostly want to peruse the plants to satisfy my endless gardening dreams.
We wonder the aisles for some time, Viggo picking out a miniature horse for his toy farm animal collection.  He loves it, and because he doesn't know what else to say, he bellows a joyous "MOOOO" in his booming toddler voice.  
At home, a late lunch takes over an hour to make, mostly because I am chasing Viggo around the kitchen.  The frittata is slightly burnt but we eat it anyways.
Daniel gets home from the farm, slightly soggy from the rain.  We talk about our days, our separate worlds coming into the same orbit again.