The boss is wheeling his car-shaped walker over to the table and saying Ha to the telephone. Vivaldi's The Four Season's is playing in the background. I'm sitting at a table surrounded by windows with views of a serene lake, trees with leaves rustling and a clear blue sky. There’s coffee puffing and percolating in the kitchen - I can smell it from my nook in the living room. It is the perfect Saturday.

In fact, it is so perfect; I can't stand to be inside. Time to pack up the babe and hit the road for a walk. A day like to day is almost guaranteed to inspire.