After a week of heat, it finally started to feel like fall today. It rained in the morning, and Poppy and I spent most of the day playing in our living room. I watched the leaves change color outside our apartment as the day passed.

Rockford came home from work and danced with our daughter. We had dinner; Poppy had a bath and went to bed. And now Rockford and I are sitting in the living room, listening to My Morning Jacket on the record player. I’m not wild about My Morning Jacket; I was singing along, making up my own lyrics (which might have been mocking, a little), and Rockford said, “You know, there’s no place I’d rather be right now.”

I agree. This was a good day.