Mrs Picard and I have both got the week off, so we have decided to spend the day on the Hollodeck.
Breakfast in bed, followed by a long walk in the countryside.
Not a cloud in view.
Salad lunch in the garden ( some of our firsthome grown produce of the year), along with a generous glass of red wine.
Then a siesta in the hamack. Its a double hamack, but Mrs Picard declined to join me, prefering reading her new novel.
I didnt sleep, but lazily watched the comings and goings of the birds nesting in the trees above my head, the insects, and the sunlight flickering through the leaves.
To top it all, Mrs Picard has offered to take me out to the restaurant this evening.
If there is a God, I'd like to publically thank Him for this wonderful day, and present my excuses for not going out in field service for the last 15 years.
And, in the words of Karen Carpenter, in one of her songs:
"I wish the same for you."