What a difference a days makes.
On last Saturday afternoon I was in the screened -in porch, sipping some lemonade, reading a good book ("Amsterdam" by Ian McEwan), watching the bids and the water-fowl (a crow chased off a pelican, who flopped down into the pond and caught a fish), with Penne my faithful friend lying at my side.
I felt utter peace and contentment. "It doesn't", I thought, "get any better than this".
Yesterday I was on the same Lanai, with another of McEwan's books ("Sweet Tooth"), a glass of water (lemonade all gone!), dearest Penne at my side. An almost identical scenario.
I felt utterly sorry for myself, and entirely woe-be-gone.
Maybe it's because I am a Gemini.