We had winchiladas as nachos for dinner, enjoyed the last of the no-bake cookies, felt the wonderful autumn breeze through the open windows and had a few of those long, rambling conversations about everything from daily detritus to the big things. The puggle snuggled with us, the cat lost his mind and we went out at 10:30 to get ginger ale. We drove through quietly deserted streets, perused almost empty grocery aisles and creeped on the Starbucks to see the renovations, creeping out the man cleaning inside very soundly. Now that we’re home, I am thoroughly tuckered and completely content, listening to the fall winds out the bedroom window and the snores of all 3 boys as the dishwasher runs and Bueller curls into the nook of my legs. This, my friends, was a Wednesday night done right.