There's a story in the family of my then three-year-old cousin. She was sitting in her Grandma's lap, hugging on her and said "Oh, Grandmother, you smell so good, just like peaches and hamburgers." From that moment on, really good things, really good days were not salad days, but peaches and hamburger days. Every day can't be a peaches and hamburger day, and this wasn't isn't.
While I was writing that, the phone rang. My day just got a bit more worrisome. Just got a call back from the mammogram. A "cluster" that they want to take another look at - and not on the problematic left boob. This time the right boob wants some extra attention, apparently. These things always cause me stress. So far, I haven't had any real issues, but with each new find, I seem to go a bit deeper into the process.
What I was going to whine about was that after a great doodle in the park on Cha-Cha, I slept like a log and did not want to get up this morning at all. I was also going to gripe about having this whole construction crap dropped on me at the office, right at the same time I'm pushing out a new software upgrade company-wide. Oh, well.
I've got a follow-up dental appointment this afternoon to assess how successful or unsuccessful the pain and suffering and expense I endured last year turned out to be. I am not looking forward to that. And with that, I think I'll shut up whining.
Take good care of yourself. Be kind to others. May your day be peachy.