I had an ordinary week. Had massive coffees, walked the dogs, groomed and fed them, went to work, had dinner, worked some more, and came home. Perfectly ordinary.
Oh, and I had a birthday. I found a nice cider that tastes of toffee apples. And the owner of our favourite chilli dog place by the sea gave me a birthday glass of wine. Perfectly ordinary day too, though I didn't have to work that day. Given this time last year, ordinary is good.