There’ll be days like this

When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this
When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this
When everything falls into place like the flick of a switch
Well my mama told me there’ll be days like this

Actually, my mother was more of a doom-and-gloom, escape into the world of a big fat novel while nursing a vodka tonic kind of person. So maybe she wasn’t the one who told me that, occasionally, unbidden, there could be these joyous moments. I may have discovered this all by myself.

When it’s not always raining there’ll be days like this
But today, in fact, it IS raining.

When there’s no one complaining there’ll be days like this
And I AM complaining: My shoulder aches from yesterday’s bench presses. I am facing a killer manuscript deadline. I just did a calorie-count on the handfuls of gorp I’ve been throwing back as I grade student papers, and I wish amazon could deliver, by drone, right now, a stomach pump. Oh, and I think I am developing a Plantar’s wart.

Yet.

I am filled with joy. (In those small pockets of empty space not taken up by the gorp, that is.)

It is a good day. For no good reason.

Which is the best kind of good day. May you have one of these soon.

Last word goes to Van the Man, writer of the lyrics I began with:

When all the parts of the puzzle start to look like they fit it
Then I must remember there’ll be days like this