So I'm walking home tonight, after the fiasco of having my power go off for four hours, and I realize that the temperature of the air is exactly the same as the surface of my skin. Perfection.

Even at the end of a bad day, things can always work out: the moral? Simply put, you have to keep slogging through the mud until you either expire or you're rewarded. I have been rewarded so far. It is a good system.