So, no matter how craptastic you perceive your life to be, it's incredible how quickly one event can change your perception. And usually, that event is something simple. For example, dinner with a good friend. Or, five extra minutes in bed, next to the person you love.
And it makes you realize that instead of measuring your week (or day) in terms of how crappy it was, it probably might not be a bad idea to quantify all the really great moments, instead.
There's love there.
A lot of it.
And I should just shut the fuck up and stop complaining.
P.S. It probably didn't help that this week was really, really, really cold. Come on Spring, I know you're out there.
P.P.S. Early happy birthday to Mum, who is 71, and to the Lukinator, who is a spry and sassy 2.
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