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.
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