Dear Reader, I think you’ll agree that generalities often border on platitude. Yet the fortuity of one’s day is largely unpredictable. This is particularly so when estimating one’s personal well-being as opposed to assessment of global patterns. My day today, for example, began uneventfully, one might reasonably say disappointingly. Noticeably the diminished strength of my Tylenol Regular – as opposed to the stronger Tylenol Arthritis to which I formerly subscribed – was causing me ineludible annoyance. The drug wasn’t moderating the arthritic pain in my abdomen (wherein reside my erstwhile broken ribs).

Pain – so I am reminded with disturbing regularity – blurs everything. Pain is a remorseless and independent affliction, not easily accommodated or dissuaded. Notwithstanding the impediment, pain can as noticeably be compromised. Being seated in the car did at least exhaust the strained manipulation of my spine (which illustratively I had endured earlier when hobbling about to initiate my morning tricycle penance). Once restored to the tranquil leather seat of my EV, with the windows open, I was happily sailing along the country highways.

Indeed I am moved to a more poetic account of today’s venture.  The sky was the masterful rendition of an artist’s canvass.