Go out of bed, dragged a comb across my head.

Jill's walking Echo. Did she see the little present I left her? Nope.

Back. Exchange cards: "Happy Anniversary to the only person who knows the real me...and married me anyway!" Jill also gets a silly straw sun hat from me. We eat breakfast, read the paper, head our separate ways for the morning. I fill up the gas tank, get a hair cut, pick up shirts at the dry cleaners, then head out to Kensington Metropark. Today's ski walking interval day! I haven't done any hill workouts this spring - and my legs complain. It not the ups, it's the downs. By the end, my calves are whipped. Suck down the rest of my HEED.

Change shirts and drive into Milford. McDonalds! Hot cakes and sausage! Breakfast of Champions!

With breakfast "part two" demolished, it's to the quilt shop to pick up a fat quarter for Jill. Hmmm...Starbucks in the next block. Espresso and a chocolate cookie! I definitely need desert after the breakfasts...

Off to the lumber yard to pick up some deck stain - another project for tomorrow or Monday. Back into Milford, I head to the YMCA and the start of the new Milford to Kensington bike path. This is ski day and I want to rollerski! Yea, probably not the brightest thing to do shortly after an interval session, but I REALLY feel like skiing. My excuse? To take pictures of the bike path for an article on NordicSkiRacer.com.

Great pavement, many bridges, many pictures, walkers, bikers and Hey! There's Yvon Dufour and Tim Muhall! Stop and talk - they're two and half hours into a long easy bike. Part. Turn around at Kensington and head back. More bridges, walkers, bikers and Yvon and Tim on their way back.

Back at the YMCA, change shirts again. Jump in the car and head home. Echo is happy to see me. Jill is still out. Peanut butter sandwich time (I'm a peanut butter purist: no jelly and NEVER cut a peanut butter sandwich in half: the flavor leaks out). Shower time. Nap time.

15 minutes into my nap. Jill get back. She heads for a short nap, too.

Turns out not to be short. 90 minutes later, I pull the quilt from over my head. Nap: good! Time to take Echo for a walk. Nice walking weather. Not too hot, not too cold. Jill and I head to the basement for a little computer work before getting ready for dinner. Bonefish. Mussels Josephine. Caesar Salad. Arctic Char. Rain's Organic Vodka Martini with green olives stuffed with Danish blue cheese. The best strawberry shortcake we've had in years. Time flies with good food and good conversation. We're stuffed.

We roll into our TV room and pick a movie from On Demand. "Hotel for Dogs." Two kids secretly take in nine stray dogs at a vacant house. OK, so it's a kids movie. Echo likes it. We find it amusing. We're too full to handle anything more.

Seventeen years down. Time to start on eighteen...