The rain came back. That was one good thing in the day's favor.
On the other hand, balancing a checkbook always makes me want to punch a hole in the wall, so the bank statement's arrival in the mail counts against the day.
But there was a really good sweet potato at dinner.
I think it's a wash. I'll survive, and I won't kill, but I won't be happy about it.
It's almost over now anyway.