I count my happy
things, but I find many things to complain about. The world
is by no means perfect, but things have been much worse. There was a time not so long ago, when only a king or a queen
could have a hot bath on a regular basis.
Let us not
squander our energies on minutiae. What will we do when prom queen Becky is carried off by the drooling psychotic school
janitor? Or fast Brad bites it on dead man's curve? I worry about being too happy.
I don't want to jinx it.
