The day ended very nicely.
I got an email inviting me to join some of the book club gang at the park for a mom's birthday celebration. We sipped beer, pina coladas, and 'ritas, and ate popcorn, chips and cheesecake. The kids played. Periodically we would be chatting and one of the moms would bellow out a command to get the kids to stop kicking each other or throwing rocks. Then we would continue the conversation.
Eventually we turned our backs to the playground (to avoid the sun) and we didn't even need to bellow anymore.
Just what the doctor ordered.