The dice have spoken

It was quite a romp on this appointed Thursday morning. Afterward we roll the dice for next time. I roll ⚃. River rolls ⚃. We look at each other. Somewhat disbelieving. But the dice have spoken. We're on again for this evening. We've intentionally allowed the possibility of a morning and evening on the same day. At least it was intentional on my part. And it's something we do from time to time. But this is the first time we've rolled it. "Maybe." "Maybe."