All my plans.
Ruined by a sack of ripe cherries.
I'd had plans to go shopping for jewelry. Commemorative jewelry of a romantic sort, one hunk each for the two of us.
Then the cherries materialized on the patio, just as the morning fog was clearing. There was also a peach, and a little pot of yogurt.
A pair of reclining patio chairs. A little table between the two chairs, littered with magazines.
A small dog tucked inside my sweatshirt.
Eh. We've still got two weeks to go before the big date.
And I'm not the type to get twitchy if we miss the deadline.
Those cherries were worth it.