Sometimes ordinary is extraordinary...

Ever have those days where they're just sorta blah, sorta meh? Nothing goes wrong but nothing exceptionally right happens?

The weather is dreary but not worth complaining about. You bicker about the same old things, like esoteric fax technology at work, only to find someone has bought a new one. But I liked the old one, it didn't work, nor will the new one as I'm convinced that faxing isn't really real (but that's another matter entirely).

You have a conversation with someone and it's about nothing. Just more facts to add to the files. Things to remember, things that make that person seem real when they aren't around. Words that form the wrinkles between their knuckles, stories that fit where their freckles fall on their face. You exchange saluations and then goodbyes like it's just no big deal. And it isn't really.

But that's just the thing, is that with the right people, even the ordinary becomes extraordinary. And so when Megan and I wax poetic about the Stones vs. the Beatles, or Matt tells me about roads and maps and trains, or when Tony talks about anything politics/ his family vacations, I am utterly, blissfully, extraordinarily content.

Like when you're half asleep in the sun and have the whole day to read the news.