I get up and it is a truly beautiful day. The sky is blue, the sea is blue, Eskimo Nell. Such joy has to be tempered by misery and the balance is provided by a morning trip to the dentist for more root canal madness. The drive over is full of beauty.
I then check into a fish market in Yomitan.
After a lovely drive God evens things up at the dentist.
Anyway I paid the happiness debt and having been at work I then came home on a very beautiful evening.
It is the mixture of misery and pain and happiness and joy that makes life, er:
real, fun, it, antidisestablishmentarian, enjoyable, satisfactory.