I started today by making a totally wasted journey. Later, I made a couple of trips to the local dump with carloads of rubbish and the dump was inexplicably popular today, so that involved spending ages in queues of traffic in an ugly bit of town in a hot car with nothing but crap on the radio. I bought a load of builder's ballast, which is preposterously heavy stuff, and lugged it from A to B, giving myself various aches and strains. This evening, we went to one of my favourite restaurants, but it was full with a queue out the door, so we didn't get to eat there.
Yet, somehow, today was just wonderful. I can't figure out why.
Must be Spring.