You know how sometimes so many things about a day are absolutely peachy?
Like a nice relaxed lunch where you don't have to say much (except narrate stories of your broken tooth, perhaps)
Or 9 hours of sleep the night before. Uninterrupted by weird dreams.
Or getting to eat really good chocolate cake thanks to someone's birthday :D
Or even being able to browse through the supermarket at your own pace and pick out cool things to cook in the next few days. Sigh.
And yet there is that *something* that has inevitably set your day, week and month off to a bad start. And there's so little you know can do about it.
Except grin and bear it. And hope for sundry other things to distract.
Yes. Hope we shall.
Argh. The sore tooth was bearable, feels like.