10 Good Minutes

I hate mornings.
I hate them so much that I shower in the dark.
And I always crawl back into bed, wet-headed, for a few more minutes of not-morning-yet.
This morning, when I got back in bed, snuggled on top of my memory foam and beneath my heavy blankets, I pressed my body against Hubby's broad solid back.  My legs curled into the curve of his.  It was Peace and Comfort.  I gave myself over to 10 more minutes.
And I thought to myself, "No matter what else happens today, I've already had 10 Good Minutes."

Tonight, after a day full of ups and downs...dentists and decisions...I crawled back into bed.  Parker was already comfortably ensconced at the foot of the mattress, watching an old movie on tv.  Clint Eastwood chased some guy in a 70's suit, shooting and missing.
"Oh please," I couldn't help commenting finally, "what are the chances that he would knock down an antenna with that shot?"
Parker informed me it was a powerful gun and could easily sever a metal pole.
"But who could HIT it?" I insisted.
To which Parker replied, "Let me ask you one question...(and here he morphed into a gravely voice)...Are you feeling lucky?"
I just blinked.
"It's Dirty Harry!" he continued.  "Come ON..."
I laughed.  I laughed until tears leaked out of my eyes and stress leaked out of my body.

No matter what else, if you can start a day with 10 Good Minutes and end it with 1 Good Laugh, I'd say it's a day well-lived.