Name that feeling

Some days make more sense than others. And, today with nothing particularly memorable having happened has seemed to make perfect sense -- all day.

We read the newspaper and ate breakfast together. Tal played a round of golf; I finished arranging for the June bills to be paid on-line and otherwise while we are away. Tal accomplished all the edging in the yard; I came up with a odd, but strangely edible supper from remains in the pantry and refrigerator. A steady day of activity. Nothing urgent. No drama.

I think this state might be called contentment. Could it possibly be?

Tomorrow may well be different, but today, today has been just right.