Simple.

Last night I made a gross dinner. It really was. The eggs weren't too bad, but the sausage tasted like it'd been ran over and resuscitated one too many times. And the smoothie had too much kale. (For some reason the giant bag I bought for this week is really bitter. Kale me now.) I ate as much of it as I could - and left the rest for the disposal.

After dinner, however... was gorgeous. The pirates and I paraded the neighborhood, delivering flyers on bikes. I talked with neighbors. We helped someone catch their runaway dog. And with one flyer to spare, we made it home before the sun set for the evening. Everything was good. Nothing was bad.

Even though dinner was gross.

Amen.