There comes a time in all our lives when the world suddenly becomes perfect. For two minutes exactly (I timed it). I just got some fantabulously splendiferously marvelliciously happy-making news. I actually (for 120 seconds) forgot all the other itty-bitty knicky-knacky problems that plague and pestilent (if anyone asks me if this is a real word when used in this sense I shall lie without a blush) me. I was wrapt in blissful contemplation of ummm pretty much nothing. But it was definitely blissful contemplation. I identified it as such immediately (not for nothing am I a molecular geneticist, we are quite sherlocky in our identification of conditions of the spirit if we say so ourselves). At the end of afore-mentioned time frame I realised that
1. It was a pretty stupid thing to have been worried about in the first place.
2. The news I heard while good was not really thatgood.
3. It brought with it its own share of troublesome decisions.
4. None of my other problems had vanised (most surprisingly).
And zat, peepul, is ze vairy essence of ze human naycher.
(Yes, yes, we mggs also have an alarming tendency to address stray thoughts to trees. What to do? We are like this only :)