What makes a good day?
Yesterday, my friend Alistair wondered why he felt so good -- after all, he'd just been told that he needed rather extensive root canal work on his teeth. But it was a sunny day, and he speculated that he must be in denial.
Today is also sunny -- remarkably pleasant for February in Vancouver -- but my day started off poorly. Shortly after my wife left for work at 7:30, the mild cough I had last night rapidly and inexplicably became nausea and weakness. For the next two hours I gently fought off my daughters, who wanted to play, while I lay on the couch.
Then, just as I'd dragged myself to the kitchen to make breakfast, I felt fine again. And now, as long as I feel better from now on than I did this morning, it will be a good day.