As much as I – and no doubt as do many others – commonly feign complete delight in whatever is happening throughout the day, there is very often an undisclosed undercurrent of anxiety and perhaps even turmoil. It may be a leak of the oil pan of the car, or worry about upcoming moving plans, or having to attend upon yet another medical appointment. Or, maybe it’s just the refrain that follows having to deal with speeders on the highway – those types who are never content to observe either the speed limit or the perceived indignity of having to travel behind another vehicle (always of course in exceedingly close range to magnify the impurity and their impatience). In short, a day without at least some complaint is unusual.
