The middle of the day, and all's OK

Last night I, meeting temvald on the bus,
walked home from Clarendon. We stopped to chat
with Mr. Reverend and Rev herself,
who happened to be eating on their porch.
And then at home we'd just put up a shelf
to hold the printer when the Hobbit called
from Davis Square. The weather was so nice
that we three met at Sesame to dine.
That is, the Hobbit, Temvald, and myself.
We had a lovely meal outside, with water, tea,
and different chicken dishes.
                                                 That is all.