By 8 p.m. it's already a pretty long day for me. I'm up at 5:30 a.m. and have a full day of work surrounded by two one-hour commutes. Then, today, my bank, normally so perfect, managed to send me a replacement debit card with the same number on it as the one I lost--utterly useless.As I walked my trusty Boston Terrier, Max along, I was grumbling about incompetence and feeling cranky--until I came upon a little tableaux of some children's sidewalk chalk drawings. One, a happy, hairy person, was so appealing that I not only smiled--losing my sour mood--but took a photo.
It's great when you can improve your mood thanks to some small act by someone else. It worked for me this time. I even let Max spend more time sniffing things, so he benefitted as well.
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